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something to me. I didn’t want it to, I hated that it did, but that was the truth.
It meant everything to me.
But to him, it was nothing. He’d walked out the door like we’d done nothing more than shared a cup of coffee. Less than that even. I knew in my heart, my soul, and by my aching body, that what had just happened was not nothing. That it was something .
Had he really not felt it?
Was that really just something he did, like eat dinner or nearly put his fist through someone’s face when they crossed him?
But the two jerks earlier hadn’t crossed him, they’d crossed me.
Why would he do that for me if he didn’t feel something too? Why would he come here if he was just going to use me and walk out of my life?
I’d felt the electricity between us like I was connected to a power company generator. He had to have felt it as well, didn’t he?
Damn it, Kelly.
I was left with nothing but questions. More than I had when he was just some mysterious stranger in the diner, drinking his coffee.
Then it dawned on me.
What if he didn’t feel anything?
What if he didn’t feel anything for me, just like he didn’t feel anything for the two guys he almost killed in the diner? Maybe we were the same to him. There were people in the world like that. People who went from place to place, person to person, and never let them in close enough to affect them. Was that the kind of man I’d just let come inside me?
Was I just a convenient happening that let him release whatever beast lived inside of him, just like those two men at the diner had been?
He’d forgotten his wallet at the diner and saw an opportunity to unleash himself on the two perverts trying to hurt me. He’d wanted a beer and found a vulnerable girl leaving herself open to him and his carnal desires. It hit me like a ton of bricks. He didn’t care about me, them, or anything at all. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and paid no attention to who got in his way or what it did to them as he ripped through their lives like a tornado. He came crashing in, destroyed everything in his path, and then was gone in the blink of an eye without rhyme or reason.
And he couldn’t care less.
I didn’t feel stupid anymore. No, now I was more embarrassed that I had let myself be fooled for a minute. It wouldn’t happen again, though. I’d figured him out. Sometimes there weren’t answers and sometimes there was no explanation for the awful things that happened in life. Parents died in car crashes, boyfriends left with other women, and apparently, whatever Hunter is, strolled into town and took what he needed.
The only problem with that theory was that, when I pictured Hunter’s face, when I remembered the look in his eyes as he held me by the hair, it didn’t add up. Hunter wasn’t something awful to me, even after he left me aching on the floor, dazed and confused. When I was around him, I didn’t feel sick, I didn’t feel tired, and I didn’t feel alone. He made me feel better than I had in years, and in just a matter of hours, he’d succeeded in making it seem like I wasn’t just going through the motions of my life.
He was unexpected and chaotic, powerful and pure. All I hoped for was to see him walk through that door and take me back into his arms.
I glanced up at the clock above the sink. Two forty-five in the afternoon. I needed to get in the shower and clean myself up, collect my thoughts, and get back to reality. Lucas would be home from school any minute now.
Chapter 13
Kelly
I LET THE SCALDING WATER run in the shower while I undressed in front of the mirror. I couldn’t wait to wash off all of the day’s pain and all of its pleasure. I just wanted to be me again. I wanted to erase Hunter from my memory. I thought about what my day would have been like without him and I felt calm. Then I felt panicked.
Kelly, damn it, he’s gone. It doesn’t matter if he was here, he’s gone now. Get in the shower.
As I took off my top,
It meant everything to me.
But to him, it was nothing. He’d walked out the door like we’d done nothing more than shared a cup of coffee. Less than that even. I knew in my heart, my soul, and by my aching body, that what had just happened was not nothing. That it was something .
Had he really not felt it?
Was that really just something he did, like eat dinner or nearly put his fist through someone’s face when they crossed him?
But the two jerks earlier hadn’t crossed him, they’d crossed me.
Why would he do that for me if he didn’t feel something too? Why would he come here if he was just going to use me and walk out of my life?
I’d felt the electricity between us like I was connected to a power company generator. He had to have felt it as well, didn’t he?
Damn it, Kelly.
I was left with nothing but questions. More than I had when he was just some mysterious stranger in the diner, drinking his coffee.
Then it dawned on me.
What if he didn’t feel anything?
What if he didn’t feel anything for me, just like he didn’t feel anything for the two guys he almost killed in the diner? Maybe we were the same to him. There were people in the world like that. People who went from place to place, person to person, and never let them in close enough to affect them. Was that the kind of man I’d just let come inside me?
Was I just a convenient happening that let him release whatever beast lived inside of him, just like those two men at the diner had been?
He’d forgotten his wallet at the diner and saw an opportunity to unleash himself on the two perverts trying to hurt me. He’d wanted a beer and found a vulnerable girl leaving herself open to him and his carnal desires. It hit me like a ton of bricks. He didn’t care about me, them, or anything at all. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and paid no attention to who got in his way or what it did to them as he ripped through their lives like a tornado. He came crashing in, destroyed everything in his path, and then was gone in the blink of an eye without rhyme or reason.
And he couldn’t care less.
I didn’t feel stupid anymore. No, now I was more embarrassed that I had let myself be fooled for a minute. It wouldn’t happen again, though. I’d figured him out. Sometimes there weren’t answers and sometimes there was no explanation for the awful things that happened in life. Parents died in car crashes, boyfriends left with other women, and apparently, whatever Hunter is, strolled into town and took what he needed.
The only problem with that theory was that, when I pictured Hunter’s face, when I remembered the look in his eyes as he held me by the hair, it didn’t add up. Hunter wasn’t something awful to me, even after he left me aching on the floor, dazed and confused. When I was around him, I didn’t feel sick, I didn’t feel tired, and I didn’t feel alone. He made me feel better than I had in years, and in just a matter of hours, he’d succeeded in making it seem like I wasn’t just going through the motions of my life.
He was unexpected and chaotic, powerful and pure. All I hoped for was to see him walk through that door and take me back into his arms.
I glanced up at the clock above the sink. Two forty-five in the afternoon. I needed to get in the shower and clean myself up, collect my thoughts, and get back to reality. Lucas would be home from school any minute now.
Chapter 13
Kelly
I LET THE SCALDING WATER run in the shower while I undressed in front of the mirror. I couldn’t wait to wash off all of the day’s pain and all of its pleasure. I just wanted to be me again. I wanted to erase Hunter from my memory. I thought about what my day would have been like without him and I felt calm. Then I felt panicked.
Kelly, damn it, he’s gone. It doesn’t matter if he was here, he’s gone now. Get in the shower.
As I took off my top,
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