It had been a strange evening, to say the least. First, Johnny; second, Seth. Pointing a gun at Seth. Seth seemingly unfazed by the whole thing. Here he stood, in her kitchen, acting like he was talking about some mundane topic. Did nothing upset the man?
Rose had barely kept her composure. Guilt filled her for having almost shot Seth, of all people, and she desperately wanted him to leave so she could lock herself in her apartment and never come out again.
But Seth wasn’t going anywhere, was he? She gritted her teeth. I’m not going to be bullied by another man—no matter how handsome he is.
“Protect me? What, like some bodyguard?”
He lifted a shoulder. “Call it what you want.”
She laughed, because it sounded so ridiculous. “Well, you can’t exactly follow me around everywhere, so good
