contact with me.
Rosalie believed I could move mountains while sometimes I wished she would beg me to come home. At least then, I’d have an excuse to leave Bound without wounding my pride.
Annoyed with myself, I sat up into a sitting position where’d I’d been lying in the middle of my hotel bed. I’d already wasted two months of new adventures. I wasn’t going to let Bound take away another.
Digging my brown crossbody from my suitcase, I filled it with things I thought I’d need for the day before shoving on my most comfortable pair of boots and heading out of my room. The white summer dress with long sleeves that hung off my shoulders would do just fine.
The four of us had been given the twenty-six hundred square foot duplex for our stay. It had four beds, four baths, and a view of Central Park and the city. There were only three bedrooms, so Loren and Rich had doubled up while Houston took the second bedroom, and I was left with the master.
I’d forgotten what it was like to sleep on a full-sized bed. The bedroom on our bus had been left empty since I refused to run and hide. And despite its purpose that Houston had made known, the guys never used it for any groupies—not since Loren that one time.
Nope. I’ve been content with my bunk, putting up with Rich’s loud snoring, Houston’s quiet contempt, and Loren jerking off every morning and night.
At least he used his curtain for privacy now.
I wouldn’t think about what I’d done with his pillow.
I was seeing red at the time, but I didn’t regret it. Sometimes you have to stoop to beat your opponent at their own game.
Emerging from my room for the first time since arriving, I descended the five or six stairs separating the master bedroom on the suite’s second floor from the other rooms.
Loren was sitting alone on the couch closest to the stairs, with his arms spread along the back, and his body sprawled as if the couch were his throne, and he was king.
Houston stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows gazing out at the city with his brows dipped even though the view was breathtaking.
Rich stood in the kitchen, sucking on an orange, and I tried not to remember how good he was with his tongue.
I pretended they weren’t there as I headed for the door.
“Stop.”
When my feet actually obeyed, I cursed him and me under my breath. None of them had spoken to me in nearly twenty-four hours. What made Houston think I’d want to listen now?
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked when I peered over my shoulder.
“Does the answer affect our show four days from now?”
Houston’s expression morphed into something that warned me to back down now. Loren watched me like he wanted in on the action, and for the first time, Rich wasn’t jumping to my defense.
Looks like I’d bonded them, after all.
“It does if you don’t plan on coming back,” Houston returned.
Spinning around to face them, I crossed my arms. “No need to flatter yourself, Morrow. I’m not going anywhere.”
“That’s right, Braxton. You’re not. Get back in your room.”
The room suddenly smelled as if we were standing inside an inferno. I was so angry it almost slipped my notice that he’d called me Braxton and not Fawn. “Excuse me?”
“We dismissed our security team. They needed some time off. That means we’re staying put for a couple of days.”
How convenient.
“I don’t need buff men with guns to tell me not to wander down dark alleys.”
“It wasn’t an offer, and I’m definitely not asking. This isn’t a negotiation or a goddamn democracy. Sit. The fuck. Down.”
Houston’s voice had gotten rougher with each word he spoke, but he never reached the point of shouting. I was one thousand percent sure I’d walk out on them and this tour if that ever happened.
Savant could sue me.
This time, I didn’t bother to stop or offer another caustic remark. It would only give them the chance to corner me, so…
I bolted for the door.
Rich was closest, so I knew it was his arm around my waist, lifting me in the air while his free hand slammed closed the door I’d barely gotten open.
“It’s been two months,” he whispered in my ear as he held me. I could have sworn I felt his lips skim my cheek. “You’ve made your point.”
“I doubt it,” I returned dryly.
The only thing I felt was confusion as Jericho carried me