Thunder cracks overhead, splitting the sky, and I no longer care if she’s angry or why. With something about her that will always be innocent. Her wild hair, the see-through fabric on her face, her perfect breasts and skin… I watch as she drops her arms and sways to the side, shooting out her hands and twirling in the rain. It’s part of the costume for her upcoming show, and she’ll practice with it to get used to it.īut only wearing that and no clothes-and as far as she knows, I’m not here to see it-really pisses me off. Winter turns around, still fisting her hair with both hands, so her arms are covering her breasts, but I notice the white tulle she wears covering her face, and my heart feels like it’s skipping ten beats. When I said watch her every minute, I didn’t mean that. He doesn’t blink, his gaze staying on her. I move just my eyes, darting them over to Davis.
She practices in the pool a lot for balance.īut then, I watch as she pulls all of her hair to one side, revealing her naked back, and I drop my eyes down her spine to her naked waist and hips. She raises her arms, gliding them through the evening rain as she steps to the right, and then swings out her arms and steps to the left. I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Winter stands waist deep in the pool, her back to us as droplets pummel the surface of the water and her hair sticks to her back. His black hair, neatly combed back, shines under the flaming porch light, and his blue eyes are turned toward the yard, watching something. The problem with quitting smoking is it’s really hard if you never fully quit.
Smoke billows into the air above his head, and I lick my lips, trying to ignore the burning need on my tongue. His hands sit in his pockets and a cigarette hangs out of his mouth.
Garin hired for the night shift, leans against the bricks of the house, shielded from the rain under the awning. I change directions and head for the windows. I charge down the hall toward the kitchen, ready to hit the attached garage and grab myself some rope to remind her whom she’s in love with, but I spot a figure out on the patio and stop. I knew that I knew that, because this is what women do, isn’t it? They take you and ball you up into a nice, little, fucking knot until you can’t breathe, and… When my men pass you the phone, you take the goddamn call! I have no idea what the hell I did now, but I’m going to have to break something to keep myself from wringing her precious, little neck.Ĭutting my trip short to race home, because she decides to ignore my calls and do little pirouettes all over my peace of mind? What the fuck? I knew I should’ve been single. If she left me, I’m going to burn the whole fucking world down until I find her, and if she took my kid, I’m really going to take my time with her.
I walk in, dropping my keys on the entryway table as I pass on my way to the kitchen.
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