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“Yes, it is,” I said quietly. “Curran, think about it for a minute. My life is in danger and you don’t trust me enough to tell me about it. You have no idea how bad you made me feel.”
“I was trying to keep you alive. Even if it meant we couldn’t be together. Even if it meant watching Hugh making circles around you like a fucking shark. You don’t trust me either, Kate. All the shit we’ve been through should’ve bought me some time, but you believed I lost my head over some girl after three days.”
I didn’t even hurt anymore. I just felt this empty dry sadness.
“And that’s exactly the problem.”
“Kate?” He crouched by me, one knee on the ground, and leaned forward to look at my face. “Baby? Punch me or something.”
I struggled to sort everything into words. It didn’t work. I just shut down like an overloaded circuit.
“Talk to me.”
Some sort of words finally came out. “Where can we even go from here . . .”
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I love you. You love me. We’re together. We’re a team.”
Suddenly my emotions sorted themselves out and anger finally ran to the front of the pack. “No, we’re not a team. You made me a patsy in your scheme. You treated me like I’m an idiot. I thought about hurting her. I thought about hurting you.”
“You wouldn’t hurt her. She’s weaker than you.”
“You’re an arrogant bastard.”
“Fair enough,” he said. “You got more?”
“Yes. You’re a smug asshole.”
“Yes, I am.” He motioned at me. “Don’t hold back. Tell me how you really feel.”
I punched him in the jaw. It was a good solid hook. »
“Yes, it is,” I said quietly. “Curran, think about it for a minute. My life is in danger and you don’t trust me enough to tell me about it. You have no idea how bad you made me feel.”
“I was trying to keep you alive. Even if it meant we couldn’t be together. Even if it meant watching Hugh making circles around you like a fucking shark. You don’t trust me either, Kate. All the shit we’ve been through should’ve bought me some time, but you believed I lost my head over some girl after three days.”
I didn’t even hurt anymore. I just felt this empty dry sadness.
“And that’s exactly the problem.”
“Kate?” He crouched by me, one knee on the ground, and leaned forward to look at my face. “Baby? Punch me or something.”
I struggled to sort everything into words. It didn’t work. I just shut down like an overloaded circuit.
“Talk to me.”
Some sort of words finally came out. “Where can we even go from here . . .”
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I love you. You love me. We’re together. We’re a team.”
Suddenly my emotions sorted themselves out and anger finally ran to the front of the pack. “No, we’re not a team. You made me a patsy in your scheme. You treated me like I’m an idiot. I thought about hurting her. I thought about hurting you.”
“You wouldn’t hurt her. She’s weaker than you.”
“You’re an arrogant bastard.”
“Fair enough,” he said. “You got more?”
“Yes. You’re a smug asshole.”
“Yes, I am.” He motioned at me. “Don’t hold back. Tell me how you really feel.”
I punched him in the jaw. It was a good solid hook. »