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working out. I went to the cops and they said they would watch out for me. I can go back to my place
now. They said they had a car doing patrols. I don t need to be here anymore. Her hands shook and
she fisted them, forcing herself to keep in control.
Griffin s eyes widened.  You can t leave. It s not safe. That bastard is still out there.
 Well, I m looking at a bastard right now.
 Don t you dare compare me to him, Autumn. Don t you fucking dare.
She gritted her teeth.  I didn t mean it like that. But hell, Griffin. You ve been treating me like an
outcast, like something you want nothing to do with since the morning after I told you everything. I
hate being here when you re like this, Griffin. And if I want to organize your kitchen to help you out,
then I shouldn t have the fact that you used to fuck me thrown in my face.
 The lines are blurring, Autumn. But it s not safe for you to be out there.
 If it s not safe, then I can run again. I don t need to be here. Here where it hurt. She loved him.
Loved. Him. And yet she couldn t say anything. The man hadn t wanted her in his life to begin with,
and now he was acting as if she were something he was forced to deal with.
She pushed past him, not wanting him to see her cry.
 Autumn. Fuck. I didn t mean what I said. I m just stressed over this book and shit. I didn t mean
it the way it sounded. He followed her as she made her way to his room.
His room.
Not hers.
Nothing was ever hers. And she had a feeling she d never have something just hers again. She
started packing, throwing things back into her emergency bag. It didn t take long, as she hadn t felt
comfortable enough to fully settle in. Griffin and her past had made sure of that.
 Autumn& I overreacted. He ran a hand through his hair. Last week, she would have melted at
the way his arm bunched, but she hated it just then. It just reminded her of all she couldn t have.  You
don t have to go. We can make things the way they were.
She noticed he hadn t said that he wanted her there.
Just that she didn t have to go.
 It s not working for me anymore, she said woodenly.  I need to go home. Need to be
independent. You wanted me to go to the police, and I did. They will take care of me. She didn t
quite believe that, but staying with Griffin wouldn t work. Her heart was already close to breaking;
she didn t need to shatter it.
She d handle herself as always and run if she had to. She couldn t risk the Montgomerys more
than she already had.
Griffin reached out for her, and she sidestepped him.  Thank you for letting me stay here while I
caught my breath. You are close to the end of the book and have been doing well on your own. Your
house is clean other than the kitchen at the moment, but I m sure you can handle that. You should be
good.
He gripped her arm, but she pulled away.  Autumn. Stay.
 I can t. Her voice broke and she pressed her lips together as she ran to her car. She kept her
senses on alert in case Mr. Sanders was around, but she didn t feel him, didn t see him.
She threw her bag into her car and pulled out of the driveway as fast as she could.
Griffin stood in the doorway, his clothes covered in flour and his jaw set.
He didn t come after her. Didn t put up a hand or call her name. He just stood there. Watching her
go.
She didn t cry, though it was hard not to. She needed to keep her senses on alert. Just because the
officers had told her that there was no one near her home and that she should be safe, her place hadn t
been safe before. It was stupid that she was going back in the first place, but damn it, she had no idea
what she was doing. She d reacted in the heat of the moment, afraid for her heart, too busy worrying
about that to think and the complications that came from it.
What she should do was get on the open road and leave, but she d told the officers at the station
that she would stay put at least for the moment no matter what she d told Griffin when she was
yelling.
She pulled into her place and got out of the car, her bag in her hand. She couldn t see or feel
anyone around other than her neighbors, who didn t even bother to look at her. It wasn t the best
place, after all.
She d call it hers, but even then, she couldn t think of it as such.
She opened the door with her new key. Wes and Storm had changed all her locks, and the others
had helped her paint the inside again, making it ready for her landlord if and when she moved out.
The smell of fresh paint filled her nostrils and she frowned.
It should have been dry by then.
The one word painted in blood-red on the wall made her freeze. Her hand tightened around her
pepper spray.
MINE.
She turned toward the door, ready to run, but it was too late.
 Hannah.
She opened her mouth to scream, to call for help, for Griffin, for anyone, but she wasn t fast
enough. He had his hand around her throat and something knocked into her head.
Darkness filled her vision, and she knew this would be the end.
All of that running, all of that fear& and it wasn t enough.
She d been stupid, had fallen for man and let it take over her brain.
This would be the end.
****
Griffin could have kicked his own ass. He d gotten angry over his own goddamn feelings and
thoughts and had taken it out on Autumn. With all the shit she d had to go through in her life, she
hadn t needed to deal with his attitude. Because he got scared, because he got angry, he d lost her.
He d seen her in his kitchen like she belonged there, thought of her in his life when he wasn t
ready, and he got scared. She was doing her fucking job, and it wasn t like her being there was
unexpected. Instead of handling things like a mature adult, he d yelled.
They must have looked like two nutcases, standing in the kitchen yelling at each other with flour
coating their bodies.
It wasn t her fault he d blown up.
And it wasn t her fault she d run from him when he d acted like he didn t want her. Hell, he d
been acting like that all week. So scared to have her in his life, he d lost her anyway.
Did he love her? God, he didn t know. He thought he could. He remembered that click in the
kitchen. He was just too chickenshit to look past his fears and whatever blocked him to know.
But in the heat of the moment, in that damned kitchen again, he d connected her work to their
relationship. He might have hated her interference with his book and the way he d worked before, but
he knew she d helped him almost finish the damn thing. Then he d added in the fact that she worked
for him and fucked him. He might as well slam his head into the wall. He was an asshole. He was a
douche, and his mood wasn t an excuse for what he d done.
Now she could be in danger because he couldn t keep his damn thoughts straight.
He d hurt her. Made her fucking cry because he d been a fucking asshole.
He didn t deserve her.
He never had.
But he still needed to go after her.
He pulled behind her car and shut off his engine. Griffin gripped the steering wheel, trying to
keep his anger under control. He wasn t angry with Autumn. Far from it. He needed to get a rein on
his emotions and figure out what he was going to say. First, he d apologize grovel if he had to. Then
he d ask her, not tell her, to come back home with him. He d learned from his brothers and brothers-
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