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Movement next to me reminds me that I’m not alone.
“Hi. Samantha, right?” I ask with a small, awkward smile.
“Whatever.” She barely looks at me but kicks the seat again.
A large hand slaps down on the car window, startling us both. “Behave,” Michael orders, pointing at Samantha. “Or it won’t be Kaleb you deal with this time, Sam.” His voice might be muffled, but it takes nothing away from the threat, and I swallow, anxiety fluttering in my chest.
He’s not even mad at me, and I feel bad.
Has he really been following me? Or do we just run the same route? I see some runners but not many. I like running early because everyone’s still in bed. That and it gets my daily exercise out of the way.
Once he’s happy with her nod, Michael turns his pointed finger to me. “Stay in the car until I come fetch you.”
It’s not a question, but I nod anyway, happy when his scowl turns into a grin. With a solid nod of his own, Michael turns and walks toward the other two men.
His jacket pulls firm along his broad shoulders. The man’s built. His features are similar to the larger man, but his hair is slightly longer and perfectly in place. Had he been out before the fire alarm?
Kaleb’s blond hair stands out among the group of brunettes.
A sudden thought hits me.
“Michael’s not your boyfriend, is he?”
Sam’s face scrunches. “Eww, no.”
Why does that make me happy? I can’t even get into that thought right now.
“One of the others?” I check.
“No! They’re my brothers . . . kind of. It’s complicated,” she snaps.
Sniffing, I wiggle my warming fingers. Michael was right. It is much warmer in here than out there.
Together, we watch as the three brothers talk to a firefighter. His face is drawn into a stern frown and is as red as his hat.
Cooking accident, again.I roll my eyes.
Sam fidgets beside me, but I stay quiet, not wanting to upset her more. Hopefully, I can return to my dorm soon and sleep the rest of the night away.
First, I got fired from my waitressing job at Lowe’s because I wouldn’t sleep with my boss—like a married, forty-four-year-old is on the list of things I need. Then I couldn’t even sulk in peace because someone can’t cook, and to top off my day, I somehow managed to sprain my ankle, only for the hottest guy I’ve ever met to see.
And, oh yeah, he might be my stalker.
I shiver again, but I’m no longer cold. I try to think back if I’ve ever seen them running in the morning, but I haven’t. Michael’s not the type of man you forget seeing.
“Kaleb was joking about following me, right?” My words trail off into a breathy laugh.
Sam tears her attention away from the four men, her eyes piercing me with a glare.
Shit.
I quickly swallow the saliva filling my mouth.
“Of course, he fucking was,” she huffs, slumping back into her seat. “Why would he follow a plain Jane like you?” Her eyes drift back to where the brothers stand.
Plain Jane.
Her words hit their mark.
