Rebel (Renegades 2)

His stomach fell. He could just about bet whoever was on the other line had just ruined his chance to sleep with her tonight.

Sixteen

Rubi searched her mind to make sense of this, but nothing congealed. And even though she was sure she’d heard the man on the other end of the call correctly the first time, she asked him, “Can you repeat that, please?”

The man gave a heavy, irritable huff. “My name is Richard Klein,” he said in a tone someone would use with a bratty five-year-old. “I’m a real estate broker with Exceptional Properties in Los Angeles, and I’m standing in front of your house with a prospective buyer, but the key in the lock box isn’t opening the door. ”

A dark, heavy sensation grew in the pit of her stomach. “That would be because the house isn’t up for sale. Your office obviously made a mistake. Maybe you have the wrong Rubi Russo. Where did you get this number?”

“It was listed as belonging to the resident. ” His growing frustration oozed from his voice. “Do you live at 961 Wildflower Terrace?”

“Yes, but-”

“And is the owner of the house Mr. Rudolpho Russo?”

Fuck.

Her stomach sank.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Anger roiled beneath the shock.

That bastard.

“Ms. Russo?” Klein prodded.

“Yes,” she bit out. “But the house is not on the market. ”

“Did you miss the gigantic lock box on the front door?” Klein’s voice denounced Rubi’s ignorance and rose incrementally with each question.

“I don’t use the front door, Mr. Klein, I use the kitchen door. And last time I checked, I couldn’t read minds. Since I was not informed, that would make you and your clients SOL. ”

“Look,” he huffed the word, “I don’t want to argue with you. I’d simply like to show the house. Can you please open the front door or tell me how to get in?”

“Um…no. ” She hoped her own you fucking idiot tone came through loud and clear, then reminded herself not to shoot the messenger-even if he was a pompous ass. “Until someone of authority tells me directly the house is on the market, the door remains locked. ”

Rubi disconnected the call and stared at the phone. Billows and billows of anger pluming inside her body, raising her temperature, quickening her heart. Everyone at the table must have recognized her fury, because no one said anything for a heavy, extended moment.

“That thoughtless, selfish, greedy bastard. ” She ground out the barely audible words from between clenched teeth.

“Maybe it’s a mistake,” Lexi offered, but her unsettled voice gave her away.

Lexi knew what a fucker Dolph was. She’d warned Rubi about living in the house. And knew how often Dolph sliced Rubi every time she held out a reconciling hand-even though she had nothing to reconcile for-other than being born.

Lexi didn’t deserve Rubi’s ire, but the emotions were slipping out of her control. “You damn well know this is not a mistake. ”

Lexi’s lips twisted. “Probably not. ”

“What’s”-Wes’s tentative voice tugged at her-“going on?”

Rubi’s eyes slid closed, humiliation layering fury…and betrayal…and self-denigration. Her solid world fell away from beneath her feet as if Dolph had opened a trapdoor. Again. Her emotions were hot. Black. Ugly.

She dialed her father’s office, her jaw clenching so hard her teeth hurt. No one at the table said anything as the phone rang in her ear. She could feel three sets of concerned and confused eyes on her, which only infused shame.

“I’m sorry. ” She stood, trying not to register the worry. “Go ahead and eat. ”

Wandering toward the edge of the pool dec