It didnât make sense.
She rounded on him with an open-mouthed expression of disbelief and maybe something worse.
He didnât care. âWhereâs the security intercom?â
âWhat?â
âItâs not safe to leave your apartment and come down to check the security door. How do you even know whoâs out there? Someone could be waiting in the hall for you to open the door.â She was so slight, so petite, sheâd never stand a chance against an attacker. His aggravation flared.
Crossing to the front windows, he checked the latches and tested the frame. Secure enough, butâ
âFor your information, Nate, I like it. Itâs affordable, close to the school, the âLâ and the lakefront.â
A glimpse out the window confirmed what he already suspected: a trip to the lakefront entailed taking the pedestrian underpass below Lake Shore Drive. He turned on her. âTell me you donât walk over there by yourself.â
She looked as though heâd slapped her, but if she didnât have sense enough to look out for herself, then she was going to have to put up with some pointed questions from him.
âDoes Brandt even know about this?â Where the hell was her brotherâs protective instinct now? Her father was gone andthat prick Clint had bailed. She needed someone looking out for her now more than ever.
âYes. Brandt knows. Iâve had him to dinner once. Though, like you, he found it lacking and he prefers to take me out.â
Found it lacking. That was for damn sure. So why hadnât he set her up somewhere more suitable? He knew for a fact Brandt just bought some office building downtown. There was money, so why was Payton living like a pauper? Maybe dropping in on Brandt at work would shed some light on it. He could put the priority of Paytonâs security into perspective for the guy.
No, forget it. Bad idea. Heâd handle the situation himself. He didnât have time to be worrying about her safety.
âYou canât live here. Weâll find another apartment this afternoon.â
Paytonâs back stiffened, and those earthy warm eyes that had been looking up at him as if he were the only man in the world mere hours ago took on a glare that said he was just another jerk. âWhat?â
The decision made, he pulled his phone from his pocket to call up a realtor he knew. âDonât worry about the rent.â
But then Payton was in his face, her finger jabbing into his chest. âHave you lost your mind?â she snapped. âOf all the controlling, overbearingâ Iâm not moving out. I chose this place so I could have my independence. I love it here. â
He stared at her, comprehension dawning, but not quickly enough to stop the next barb. âWhen did you become such a damn snob, Nate?â
So she was paying her own way. He knew all too well about independence. The need for it having driven him to finish school early while working a job at the same time. Anything to get far enough ahead he wouldnât have to go back. But if she wasnât safe, it wasnât acceptable. âThe intercomââ
âIs being replaced on Monday. And, not that itâs any of yourbusiness, but I jog at the lakefront every morning and always carry pepper spray and an emergency air horn. The crime rate in the neighborhood is particularly low, my landlordâs security precautions are high, and I donât appreciate your steamrolling one bit.â Her arms were crossed, her breath coming fast with her frustration. But her eyesâbeneath that sparking hostility he caught the glimpse of hurt and disappointment.
What was he doing?
This place was important to her and heâd stormed in and treated it like garbage. What was the matter with him? Heâd taken one look, decided it didnât fit his idea of what Paytonâs life should be like and flown off the handle in what he could only
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