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Authors: Zara Cox
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woman he loved closer, not pushing her away, no matter how irrational his sister was about any contact with Lexi.
True, Lexi had driven a little too fast that night. And true, the accident had left his sister physically and probably emotionally scarred for life. But as much as it’d hurt him to think Lexi had carelessly endangered his sister’s life, he’d been sure that after a suitable period of healing, they could all move on with their lives, together.
Until the truth about her drinking came to light. He still remembered his horror when he’d found out that, although the other driver had been driving under the influence, Lexi herself had had a drink on the night of the accident.
Why had Lexi gotten behind the wheel knowing she’d been drinking? Why would she risk her life and those of his sister and friends in such a heartless way?
He’d asked her, when he’d finally been able to drag himself away from his sister the day after the accident. He’d hoped for some rational explanation for Lexi’s behavior. At first, she’d tried to deny it, told him she’d only had a sip of the cocktail. But when he’d persisted, she’d confessed it had been more than a small sip. Truth be told, his trust in her had crumbled at that first lie.
Sure, she’d passed both the roadside Breathalyser test and the second test at the hospital, but that didn’t keep him from believing that she was responsible for what had happened. It was no consolation that the other driver had been charged with “causing death by dangerous driving.” Enzo couldn't help but believe that by having that drink, Lexi had reduced the reflexes needed to act quicker behind the wheel.
That reason made it hard to forgive her but he'd tried damned hard to because despite the horrific events and her part in it, he hadn’t stopped loving her.
No, that particular gross error of judgment had bit him in the ass later. It'd bided its time, ready to destroy him, when a mere two days after the accident, he’d seen his beloved fiancé fucking Pulbrook, her ex; the same preppy asshole who’d dumped his sister along with her fairytale wedding plans.
Hate and deep bitterness had swamped him then.
He’d left London as soon as the doctors cleared Cara because he’d known if he stayed, he’d have ended up in jail for double homicide.
He’d brought Cara home, taken care of her by day, and fucked every woman in sight by night for two weeks straight until his best friend and business partner, Larry Morton, had knocked some sense into him.
When Larry had dragged him out of yet another hotel room, bleary-eyed, with yet another nameless bleached blonde with a face and body as dissimilar to Lexi’s as he could find passed out on the bed, he’d realized he needed to get his act together.
He’d succeeded, or he thought he had, until Cara received a call from Fiona’s parents with the news that Lexi had moved to LA and was asking permission to visit their daughter in the hospital.
It’d taken three days to calm Cara down. Her hysterical questioning of Lexi’s motives resounded in his own head with an urgent need for an answer.
What the hell was she playing at, forcing them all to relive the horrific time?
With revived anger, he’d vowed to make her pay for what she’d done to Cara by whatever means necessary.
Only he hadn’t needed to. He’d taken one look at her the first time he’d seen her at the hospital, seen the private hell of survivor’s guilt she inhabited, and decided to leave her to it. Except along with the pain, he’d seen something else… A dark longing that lurked in the back of her eyes and thought, hell, maybe he could have a little revenge after all.
Obviously, Pulbrook hadn’t done it for her, not the way he could.
He’d smiled around the fire that burned in his groin and seen the answering heat in her eyes. She’d sent him a text message the very next day and asked him if he wanted to meet for a drink.
He’d replied, no,
True, Lexi had driven a little too fast that night. And true, the accident had left his sister physically and probably emotionally scarred for life. But as much as it’d hurt him to think Lexi had carelessly endangered his sister’s life, he’d been sure that after a suitable period of healing, they could all move on with their lives, together.
Until the truth about her drinking came to light. He still remembered his horror when he’d found out that, although the other driver had been driving under the influence, Lexi herself had had a drink on the night of the accident.
Why had Lexi gotten behind the wheel knowing she’d been drinking? Why would she risk her life and those of his sister and friends in such a heartless way?
He’d asked her, when he’d finally been able to drag himself away from his sister the day after the accident. He’d hoped for some rational explanation for Lexi’s behavior. At first, she’d tried to deny it, told him she’d only had a sip of the cocktail. But when he’d persisted, she’d confessed it had been more than a small sip. Truth be told, his trust in her had crumbled at that first lie.
Sure, she’d passed both the roadside Breathalyser test and the second test at the hospital, but that didn’t keep him from believing that she was responsible for what had happened. It was no consolation that the other driver had been charged with “causing death by dangerous driving.” Enzo couldn't help but believe that by having that drink, Lexi had reduced the reflexes needed to act quicker behind the wheel.
That reason made it hard to forgive her but he'd tried damned hard to because despite the horrific events and her part in it, he hadn’t stopped loving her.
No, that particular gross error of judgment had bit him in the ass later. It'd bided its time, ready to destroy him, when a mere two days after the accident, he’d seen his beloved fiancé fucking Pulbrook, her ex; the same preppy asshole who’d dumped his sister along with her fairytale wedding plans.
Hate and deep bitterness had swamped him then.
He’d left London as soon as the doctors cleared Cara because he’d known if he stayed, he’d have ended up in jail for double homicide.
He’d brought Cara home, taken care of her by day, and fucked every woman in sight by night for two weeks straight until his best friend and business partner, Larry Morton, had knocked some sense into him.
When Larry had dragged him out of yet another hotel room, bleary-eyed, with yet another nameless bleached blonde with a face and body as dissimilar to Lexi’s as he could find passed out on the bed, he’d realized he needed to get his act together.
He’d succeeded, or he thought he had, until Cara received a call from Fiona’s parents with the news that Lexi had moved to LA and was asking permission to visit their daughter in the hospital.
It’d taken three days to calm Cara down. Her hysterical questioning of Lexi’s motives resounded in his own head with an urgent need for an answer.
What the hell was she playing at, forcing them all to relive the horrific time?
With revived anger, he’d vowed to make her pay for what she’d done to Cara by whatever means necessary.
Only he hadn’t needed to. He’d taken one look at her the first time he’d seen her at the hospital, seen the private hell of survivor’s guilt she inhabited, and decided to leave her to it. Except along with the pain, he’d seen something else… A dark longing that lurked in the back of her eyes and thought, hell, maybe he could have a little revenge after all.
Obviously, Pulbrook hadn’t done it for her, not the way he could.
He’d smiled around the fire that burned in his groin and seen the answering heat in her eyes. She’d sent him a text message the very next day and asked him if he wanted to meet for a drink.
He’d replied, no,
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