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her.” Rose’s
glare turns into a laugh, but when she looks back at Sadie, her face falls
again. “It’s bleeding…oh my God.” Sadie drops the rat on the hardwood. “No,
no…”
    “You’re fine,” I say, setting my hands on her shoulders.
“Breathe.” Rose is obsessive compulsive—a trait that has gotten out of hand
since the paparazzi have clung to the Calloway family.
    She blows out a long breath. “I can’t cohabitate with
rodents.” She pauses. “That’s a lie. I’ve lived with Loren for nine months, but
I draw the line right here .”
    “So then we’ll move back to Princeton.” Win for me. Fuck you, Scott.
    She shakes her head slowly. “No, no…I’ll just have to deal
with this. It’ll be okay.”
    Fine. “Lo, Ryke , and I can set rat traps tomorrow.” But I add this
just to rile her, “The perks of having three men living under one roof.”
    Contempt crosses her face. “Lily, Daisy and I are more than
capable of doing it.” But she breathes a little easier at the idea of three
guys living here. It’s appealing to not be in control all the time. Well, for
her, not me.
    “By all means,” I say, “set them yourself. I fully
appreciate female power.” I step nearer, closing the space between us. “But
you’re going to have to put them in dusty, dirty…” I wrap my arm around her
hip. “…places.” I slide my hand to her neck and my thumb brushes her lower lip.
    She inhales again, remembering where I put my thumb three
days ago.
    Ben silently films us, but I sense his unwanted presence. My
thumb lingers on her soft, wet lip. Fuck
the camera.
    I’m about to push my thumb into her mouth once more, but the
front door bursts open.
    She pushes off me almost instantly, retreating in her head,
realizing who and what surrounds us. I wear my complacent expression, even if
I’m highly fucking irritated at whoever ultimately barged through the door.
    I see his blond hair first, and my irritation escalates to
new volatile levels. I’m already an egotistical ass. I’m afraid I’m about to
become the villain of this reality show.
    Right now, I don’t particularly give a shit.
    “Look, another rodent,” I say to Rose.
    She smacks my chest, but she’s smiling.
    Scott saunters inside like he owns the townhouse. I’m sure
the lease is in his production company’s name. Next thing, he’ll try to stamp Van Wright all over my girlfriend.
    “Where is everyone?” he asks, extending his arms. “The
psychic will be here in five minutes.” I fixate on the duffel bag slung over
his shoulder.
    I don’t like assuming things, but if there are clothes, a
toothbrush and a change of underwear in his bag—we’re going to have a major fucking
problem.
    Rose squeezes my arm.
    I’m wearing my anger.
    That happens— never.
    “They’re all settling into their new bedrooms,” Rose tells
him. She eyes the duffel. “Traveling somewhere, Scott? Hopefully to California
where you’re actually needed.”
    When he faces my girlfriend, he’s not pissed at her insult.
No. He smiles . His gaze even lingers
on her lips—the ones that I just touched. “I’m needed here,” he tells her. “It
just takes people time to realize what’s good for them.” He gives Rose a long
once-over, and my blood begins to boil. “Nice dress, but you could lower the
neckline. Showing your tits would increase the ratings.”
    “So would shoving my foot up your ass,” she retorts.
    My lips rise.
    So do Scott’s.
    “Just trying to help,” he says smoothly. “I do have a
question though. If your sisters are wearing your collection on screen, does
this mean they’re going to be entering a nunnery too?”
    She growls and tries to charge him.
    I seize her around the waist, holding her back. I hate that
he incenses her like this. That’s my fucking role.
    My lips find her ear. “You’re giving him what he wants.”
    “He’s insulting my line.”
    It’s like calling her child stupid. I understand the blow.