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She studied her reflection once more before leaving for the club; the mermaid hair dye she’d used gave her an odd but striking look. Gone were the black tresses she’d sported for the previous few months; now her hair hung around her shoulders bleeding from purple on the crown of her head to a brilliant blue then finally to the turquoise that swung freely around her shoulders.
Max shrugged; she wasn’t entirely sure she liked it but it would do for now. One thing she’d really enjoyed in the last several months was continually reinventing herself. The weight hadn’t really been deliberate. She’d just lost her appetite for anything except the blessed relief the vodka gave her. When she was drunk and muzzy-headed, she was able to laugh and dance and for a little while forget all about Rafe Jennings.
Before Rafe she’d never really drank, she was really quite the goody-goody. But after he left, in an effort to pull her from her dark depression, her coworker Sally had finally convinced her to try happy hour.
After the first few drinks, Max had discovered peace from her busy thoughts of Rafe and whatever she did to drive him away. Blessed silence in her meandering mind… suddenly she was able to live in the moment and to her surprise the alcohol also served to get past the natural reserve and shyness she’d always experienced in social situations.
Now Max could interact with everyone else with ease once she’d had a drink and the dancing; she loved to dance and lose herself in the music swirling around her in the dark heat of the night.
Suddenly Max was almost desperate to escape the silence in her apartment; she would forget her problems minutes after walking into the club… she would give herself up to the fuzzy-headed peace the alcohol provided and then lose herself in the dance. Maybe tonight she’d find a man who could help her forget Rafe’s touch.
Chapter Eight
Rafe followed Tom into the dimly lit club with a frown. Max was here? This wasn’t the type of place Maxine frequented. The air was filled with desperation… desperate people looking for something, anything to fill the empty void of their lives.
Max was vibrant and alive, she didn’t belong here; this place would suck the life out of her and leave her a hard shell.
“Are you sure Maxine will be here?” he asked dubiously.
Tom looked at him with a little sadness in his eyes. “Max is here every night, Rafe. I told you she’s different. Harder… at least on the surface; she never smiles anymore. I’m not sure you’ll even recognize her.”
Rafe frowned finding it hard to reconcile what Tom was saying with his Maxine. Then Tom pointed out the small figure moving her body seductively on the dance floor. He froze with shock; the strawberry waves that used to fall down her back were gone. Instead her hair hung about shoulder length and was an odd mix of purples and blues and she was scarily thin. The curves he’d enjoyed so much were now just hard angles with the exception of her breasts; they were still enticingly full but looked out of place on her almost emaciated frame.
He watched as she danced; she barely even seemed to be aware of her partner as she moved to the beat. The man she was dancing with didn’t care, he used every opportunity he could to brush his body against hers in a sick parody of making love.
Rafe found himself getting angry; what the hell was she thinking letting some strange man rub himself around on her like that? Her behavior was beyond risky.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Rafe was standing in front of her on the dance floor, Romeo shoved roughly to one side.
Maxine didn’t even seem to notice her partner had changed at first, she was so caught up in the music, but when he took a firm hold of her waist and jerked her pliant body against his own, she stiffened and her eyes flew open in alarm.
He watched as her alcohol-muddled brain tried to make sense of being in his arms; it took a
She studied her reflection once more before leaving for the club; the mermaid hair dye she’d used gave her an odd but striking look. Gone were the black tresses she’d sported for the previous few months; now her hair hung around her shoulders bleeding from purple on the crown of her head to a brilliant blue then finally to the turquoise that swung freely around her shoulders.
Max shrugged; she wasn’t entirely sure she liked it but it would do for now. One thing she’d really enjoyed in the last several months was continually reinventing herself. The weight hadn’t really been deliberate. She’d just lost her appetite for anything except the blessed relief the vodka gave her. When she was drunk and muzzy-headed, she was able to laugh and dance and for a little while forget all about Rafe Jennings.
Before Rafe she’d never really drank, she was really quite the goody-goody. But after he left, in an effort to pull her from her dark depression, her coworker Sally had finally convinced her to try happy hour.
After the first few drinks, Max had discovered peace from her busy thoughts of Rafe and whatever she did to drive him away. Blessed silence in her meandering mind… suddenly she was able to live in the moment and to her surprise the alcohol also served to get past the natural reserve and shyness she’d always experienced in social situations.
Now Max could interact with everyone else with ease once she’d had a drink and the dancing; she loved to dance and lose herself in the music swirling around her in the dark heat of the night.
Suddenly Max was almost desperate to escape the silence in her apartment; she would forget her problems minutes after walking into the club… she would give herself up to the fuzzy-headed peace the alcohol provided and then lose herself in the dance. Maybe tonight she’d find a man who could help her forget Rafe’s touch.
Chapter Eight
Rafe followed Tom into the dimly lit club with a frown. Max was here? This wasn’t the type of place Maxine frequented. The air was filled with desperation… desperate people looking for something, anything to fill the empty void of their lives.
Max was vibrant and alive, she didn’t belong here; this place would suck the life out of her and leave her a hard shell.
“Are you sure Maxine will be here?” he asked dubiously.
Tom looked at him with a little sadness in his eyes. “Max is here every night, Rafe. I told you she’s different. Harder… at least on the surface; she never smiles anymore. I’m not sure you’ll even recognize her.”
Rafe frowned finding it hard to reconcile what Tom was saying with his Maxine. Then Tom pointed out the small figure moving her body seductively on the dance floor. He froze with shock; the strawberry waves that used to fall down her back were gone. Instead her hair hung about shoulder length and was an odd mix of purples and blues and she was scarily thin. The curves he’d enjoyed so much were now just hard angles with the exception of her breasts; they were still enticingly full but looked out of place on her almost emaciated frame.
He watched as she danced; she barely even seemed to be aware of her partner as she moved to the beat. The man she was dancing with didn’t care, he used every opportunity he could to brush his body against hers in a sick parody of making love.
Rafe found himself getting angry; what the hell was she thinking letting some strange man rub himself around on her like that? Her behavior was beyond risky.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Rafe was standing in front of her on the dance floor, Romeo shoved roughly to one side.
Maxine didn’t even seem to notice her partner had changed at first, she was so caught up in the music, but when he took a firm hold of her waist and jerked her pliant body against his own, she stiffened and her eyes flew open in alarm.
He watched as her alcohol-muddled brain tried to make sense of being in his arms; it took a
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