Chapter Three Hundred Fourteen

KENDALL

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This isn’t real. This cannot be real.

I watch through the window as Timmons and Doc Rhodes say their goodbyes, each of them gazing over their shoulders at me and where I’m stuffed into the front seat of Timmons‘ Charger.

But it is real. And I really heard him say it.

What…

The…

Fuck…

Charlie! Damn you! You told him, didn’t you?

Turning my face toward the front windshield as Timmons piles into the car next to me, I watch the thick drops of rain smatter the glass as he turns the engine on and immediately sets the heater to blasting.

“Why-” I begin, cutting off abruptly because I’m not really sure if I want the answer to my question.

“Why, what?” Timmons‘ boyish timbre cuts through the gloom of my thoughts, showering me with sunshine when I don’t feel even a tremor of his usual anger rush through his voice.

I look at him, battling with the tears in my eyes as I do. The way he’s looking at me has my guard going up as shadows of the past come climbing up a sharp ravine, memories that stagger forward on shaky legs, promising that even if he’s being nice to me right now, ne inevitably will hurt me again.

“Charlie told you, didn’t he.” It’s a statement, not a question and when he grits his teeth and turns away, he doesn’t need to respond to it. “Just because you’re feeling guilty about what happened – doesn’t mean you have to lie and say-”

“So about this double shift thing the Doc is worried about,” he starts, cutting me off and ignoring the fact that I just blamed him for my…episode…and called him a liar. He steers his Charger onto the street, making for the road that leads toward the beach. Toward the house I happen to know is his. “I’m inclined to agree with him. You can be working two jobs the way you have, Kendall. It’s not good for you. So tell me,” he says, ignoring the fact that my jaw is now sitting on my belly as I stare at him in complete and utter astonishment. “Which job do you want to keep?”

“I need them both,” I say without even a breath of hesitation, my eyes narrowing on him when he shakes his head at nothing.

“Nope,” he says, hitting the gas and racing toward his house on the hill Not an option.”

Has he gone nuts?

I mean…did my fainting spell break something in his mind?

Honestly?

again I cut off, jerking my chin to the right so that I can stare out

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have anyone to help me with this.

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cuts off the Charger’s engine and before I can even think to ask him what the fuck we are doing here,

you,” he says somewhat breathlessly. “At least until you’ve eaten something and you have your strength

A vulnerable longing swirls in the depths of his cinnamon brown eyes, one I

I don’t fight him when his arms go beneath me and he carries me into the warmth of his beach house. He doesn’t put me down once we pass the threshold and for one long moment I’m left staring up into his eyes. It’s right then, when he’s staring down at me, that my heart decides to push past its commonly constructed

from my gaze then downward toward my

decide to hate me? Was it something I did that first night? Or after?

interrupts me, ripping his gaze away and bounding toward a hallway on the

has to be

smells like him. This space. And for a moment I allow myself to close my eyes and pretend I belong here in it. With

thing to do!

You know better.

feeling guilty about what happened right now, but

right back to treating

know this,

black of the sea. For a moment, I’m transfixed by the sight, that is, until I hear the sound of a heavy belt hitting

of undress.

Holy shit!

Really?

I getting

A free show?

graced me with is n full display as he shrugs out of his

May 1? Can I please? I’ll ask for nothing more than these…

Greek Goodness from his bulging calf muscles to the tree trunks that are his arms. The sculpted grooves in his back alone are begging for my fingertips and I very near stand to help

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