Here’s the next installment. Continued from Never Judge By First Appearances. Rogue meets Remy again while having breakfast at the local diner, Feeling as if she being stalked she runs out, but when she returns to her hotel later on that evening she greeted by some would-be assassins. Can Remy save her, or is this the end of Rogue?
“Excuse me, ma’am,” Rogue said as the young woman looked up. “Do you know where ah can get a good breakfast?”
“Sure, there’s a diner down the street, just take a left and keep walking. “It’s called Mercy’s Diner. The woman who runs it is really nice.”
“Thank ya,” Rogue said before taking off.
Suddenly a man came into the lobby from a back room marked private. “Who was that who just left?”
“Just one of the guests, Lucas,” the girl said.
“Tilly, ah gotta know who it was,” Lucas said, looking anxious.
“Just the girl in room at the end of the hall, had a strange white streak in her hair.”
“She say where she was goin’?”
“Just breakfast,” Tilly said, tossing her dark red hair over her shoulders. A few of her tight curls fell back into her face, so she tucked them back. “I sent her to Mercy’s. Poor girl looked starved.”
“Thanks, Tilly, that’s all I needed to know,” he said.
Lucas disappeared back into the room he came out of. There was a gray metal desk with a mountain of papers and an old rotary phone. He picked it up and dialed.
The phone rang about five or six times before someone answered. “Dis better be good,” a deep male voice said into the phone.
“Remy, it’s Lucas,” he said.
“What you want at dis hour?” Remy snapped.
“You said ta let ya know when that girl leaves, right?”
“She check out?” Remy asked.
“No, just out ta breakfast. Tilly sent her to Mercy’s. Ah know ya know where that is, right?”
“’Course I do,” Remy said.
“What you gonna do?” Lucas asked.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Dis is my personal business, Lucas, and t’anks for callin’.”
Lucas hung up to phone and stared at his mountain of work. He sat down at his desk and sighed in frustration. Damn, Remy LaBeau, he thought to himself. He had no time to play babysitter to Remy’s latest conquest, but he also knew what that boy could do to him. He shuttered at the thought.
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