Rogue's Angel (Rogue Series) Read Free

or the lightning might think you're challenging it and come after you!"
    Pedro laughed. "Nah. It won't even see me, I'll be so quick! Night!"
    With that he took off running into the night. I sighed and shook my head. There was no getting out of it. I had to run to my car in the pouring rain. I clutched the keys tight in my hand and took a deep breath. I looked long at my car, gathering up my courage to dash out to it. I counted to 10 and made a run for it.
    I was soaked long before I got to my car, even though it took me less than 30 seconds to get to the door. My blond hair was plastered to my face and neck in long, wet ropes. I fumbled with the slippery keys in my hand and finally got the door open. I jumped in the seat and slammed the door behind me, panting hard. Lightning lit the sky up again. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and buried my face in my arms across the steering wheel. Thunder rolled, vibrating my car with the noise. When it was gone I put the key in the ignition with shaking hands and started the car. I backed out of my space and began the long drive back to my apartment half an hour away.
    The storm seemed to be letting up by the time I got to my place, but it was still pouring. I parked the car under the little carport in front of my apartment and went inside. It was cold and dark inside, so I snapped on some lights and went to my bedroom to get out of my wet clothes. What a weird night it had been!
    I tossed my wet shirt on the floor and looked at myself in my dresser mirror. I turned around and looked at my naked back and sighed. I shook my head and pulled open a drawer. I found a long flannel nightgown I usually wore in the winter, but I was so cold that the warmth of it sounded wonderful. I peeled off my wet jeans and pulled the nightgown over my head. I slipped off my soaked socks and gathered up all my wet clothes and tossed them at the hamper. I went to the bathroom to get a towel for my wet hair. Lightning lit the bathroom window up and I yelped and hid my face in my towel as the thunder rolled. When it subsided I sighed and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was such a baby.
    The memory of Rogue's strong protective arms around me warmed me through and through, making my flannel nightgown seem almost too hot. I closed my eyes and thought back to those wonderful few moments. So that was what it was like to be held. A strange tingle radiated from my middle down toward my thighs as I thought of Rogue's dark chocolate eyes and the way his drink had rested against his lips.
    I shivered and shook my head. I wrapped the towel around my wet hair and went to my fridge. I got a glass of milk and made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. They were my favorite! I ate it fast right there at the kitchen counter and headed to bed. It was already late and I was tired. Who knew how much sleep I'd get with the storm outside. I didn't want to go to my bedroom. Instead I went to the living room and flopped down on the couch. I pulled a fuzzy blanket down off the back of it and plumped one of the throw pillows under my neck. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but the rain outside kept waking me up when a gust of wind would pelt the windows. I pulled the blanket up over my head and tried to think happy thoughts but nothing was coming. Rogue's face flashed across my mind again. That had been a really weird experience, but it was so nice.
    I fell asleep, my last thought of Rogue's strong arms around my back.

 
    CHAPTER ONE
     
    Two
     

     
    Three weeks had passed and I didn't see Rogue again. For several days after our first meeting, every time the bar door opened late I expected it to be him and it wasn't. It was always some college kids or a regular. I was beginning to think I'd made him up, but a one night after a big party left Pedro made a crack about no one leaving a big tip for me like Rogue had, and I shushed him and glanced over at Jenny. She was on her phone and didn't hear what Pedro had said. I