Chapter 9

Seth watched as a shutter fell across Rose’s features, and it only made him want to know her better. Shouldn’t women burst into tears and tell men like him about all the monsters under the bed?

He almost snorted. He’d never met a woman like that and he probably never would. He only dealt with stubborn women, brave women, annoying women. Like his twin, Lizzie.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Rose finally said.

He clucked his tongue. “Look, I heard you screaming. Screaming, Rose. Something’s going on, and I’m not leaving this apartment until you tell me what it is.”

Anger flashed in her eyes. Good. He could deal with anger better than he could deal with hysterics. He understood anger.

She glared down at him from her perch on her chair. “I didn’t think you were into harassment, Seth Thornton.”

“I’m not, but I know when somebody needs to talk. You need to talk. You look like shit, by the way.”

That made her laugh, which he’d hoped it would. “You’re an asshole. Go away.”