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he was five, exactly the age Jamie had been when he’d died, but Jamie had been strong and tall, with glowing skin, laughing eyes, and a mind for mischief. Rachel’s son was frail and timid.
    His heart spilled bile, and he couldn’t push away the ugly comparisons.
    She shut the door of the truck and leaned into the window. Her breasts pressed against the side panel, and he couldn’t look away. “Stay here, honey. I’ll be back for you in a few minutes.”
    He wanted to weep at the apprehension on the boy’s face, but that would mean more pain, so he distracted himself with malice. “Stop mollycoddling him, Rachel, and get inside.”
    Her spine straightened and her chin shot up. She was furious, but she didn’t even glance in his direction. Instead, she swept into the snack shop as grandly as a queen, leaving him trailing in her wake.
    Like a maggot, his malice ate away at the parts of him that were still healthy. She was beaten, but she wouldn’t admit it, and that was unbearable. He needed to see her defeated. He needed to watch the last glimmer of hope fade from her eyes until her soul was as empty as his. He needed to stand by and watch her accept what he’d already discovered. Some things in life couldn’t be survived.
    He jerked the doors shut and threw the lock. “You’re turning that boy into a sissy. Is that what you want? A sissy boy who’s never going to leave your side?”
    She spun on him. “What I do with my son is none of your concern.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong. Everything you do is my concern. Don’t forget that I can put you in jail with one phone call.”
    “You bastard.”
    He felt an unfamiliar heat in his chest and knew that his malevolence had begun to char the borders of his heart. If he didn’t leave her alone, his heart would burn away until nothing was left but a pile of ash. The idea tantalized him. “I want my money back.”
    “What?”
    “You haven’t earned it, and I want it back. Now.” He didn’t care about the money, and one chamber of his smoldering heart imploded. Good. That meant there were only three more to go.
    She reached into the pocket of her dress and threw the small stack of bills at him. They fluttered to the ground like broken dreams. “I hope you choke on every penny.”
    “Pick that up.”
    She drew back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could.
    What she lacked in muscle, she made up for in passion, and his head snapped to the side. The sting sent fresh blood pumping through his body, fresh blood he didn’t want. It renewed his charred cells, undoing what he needed to accomplish and releasing a torrent of new pain.
    “Take off your clothes.” The words, born in the dark and empty place where his soul used to be, came unexpectedly. They sickened him, but he didn’t take them back. All she had to do was show fear, and he would let her go. All she had to do was crumble.
    But instead of crumbling, she was angry. “Go to hell.”
    Didn’t she understand how isolated they were? She was locked inside a secluded building with a man who could overpower her in seconds. Why wasn’t she afraid?
    He realized he’d finally found a way to kill himself. If he took this any farther, he would die of spite. “Do what I say.”
    “Why?”
    Where was her fear? He caught her by the shoulders and backed her against the wall, only to hear Cherry’s voice whisper in his ear.
    I love your gentleness, Gabe. You’re the most gentle man I’ve ever known.
    He knew that voice could tear him to pieces, and he blocked it out by pushing his hand under Rachel’s dress and closing it around her inner thigh.
    “What do you want from me?” Her anger had disappeared, and confusion had taken its place. He caught the faint fragrance of summer in her hair, sweet, enticing, full of life.
    Tears that he would never shed pushed at the backs of his eyes. “Sex.”
    Her gaze met his, and her green eyes chilled him to the bone. “No. You don’t.”
    “That just goes