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standing there purposely watching me undress, I don’t care. In fact, I find it exciting. A fact that takes me wildly by surprise. Ever since Adam raped me, I’ve been rather timid around guys.
    But as I stand giggling I find myself hoping Rooter liked what he saw. For the first time in my life, I genuinely want someone. I want Rooter, and I want him to want me. 
     
    The next day, after running an errand, I find Rooter straddling his bike as I pull into the driveway. Our eyes meet, the same as they had the night before, and my pulse quickens. I step out of my car and he climbs off his bike. He saunters over with a rueful expression.
    “Hey.” He puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth, uneasy.
    “Hey.”
    “I’m so sorry about last night. I’d just walked in my room and there you were.” He waves his a hand up and down at me.
    Yeah. There I was. In all my glory. I feel my face flush and have a burning desire to know what he thought when he saw me. “It was my fault. I should’ve closed my blinds. I was just so tired.”
    “I don’t want you to think I’m a creepy, peeping Tom.”
    “I don’t.” It wouldn’t bother me if he was. “Like I said, my fault.”
    “It’s just that, in a year’s time, we haven’t spoken a word to each other. In the past few days, I’ve burst into your house, assaulted your roommate, and watched you undress.”
    Wait. “Watched?”
    “In my defense, it was kind of hard to look away.” He rubs the back of his neck looking sheepish.
    “Did you like what you saw?” I ask, taking myself, and by the way his mouth hangs open, Rooter by surprise. Where the hell did that come from? I’m never that brash.
    He shakes his head and all of my excitement and brazenness disappear in an instant.
    “Sophie,” he says and his phone rings. He retrieves it from his back pocket, checks the screen.
    I’m relieved by the interruption. Now is a good time to make my escape. I look at my house and take a step back. Rooter holds up his index finger as if reading my mind and answers the phone.
    “Yeah?” He answers curtly and listens. I hear a male voice on the other end of the line, but can’t make out the words. “I’m on my way. Be there in fifteen.” He hangs up and looks at me. “I have to go,” he says and takes a step closer, looking intently in my eyes, “but to answer your question, yes, I liked what I saw. A lot. And that isn’t a good thing for either one of us.”
    “Why?” I whisper, relieved by his admission. His nearness makes my stomach do back flips.
    He looks me up and down with a glint in his eye. “Because you need me to stay away from you and that was nearly impossible to do  before  I saw you in your panties.”
    I blink and just about lose my footing. His intensity is overwhelming. “It was?”
    “You have no idea.” His voice is strained. “If you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me.” With that, he turns and walks away. “Consider yourself warned.”
    He climbs on his bike and fires it up.
    What the hell does that mean?
    Before I can ask he tears out of his driveway.
     

Chapter 4
Another Rescue
    After tidying up my room and putting away my laundry, I go to the bathroom to pee. As per usual, the toilet seat is up—there’s no convincing Mike it should be down—and when I reach it, I gag immediately. Disgusting brown flecks cover not only the inside, but the seat as well.
    Seriously? How the hell can you miss if you’re sitting down?
    My urge to pee has suddenly taken a backseat to my disgust and irritation. I march to Miranda’s room.
    The worst part about living with Miranda and Mike is the mess. I like a clean house. I don’t understand what’s so difficult about picking up your empty pop can and putting it in the garbage can. But the absolute worst part is the bathroom. Miranda has a habit of getting toothpaste all over the counter. I mean, the  entire  counter. Mike can’t ever seem to hit the water when peeing.