grip her shoulder.
“Jason, I need you to leave.”
“Kat, this man—”
“Now! Please.” She still couldn’t seem to pull her gaze from
Dillon’s and he seemed just as trapped by her eyes. Jason left without a
further word and she breathed a sigh of relief when the door finally closed
behind him.
“He is not a good man, Katrina.” His voice was low and warm.
“Please.” He shook his head in frustration as she studied him. “Please don’t
see him.”
“What right do you have to ask me?” She couldn’t seem to
make her voice sound as challenging as she intended. Instead she just sounded
quiet and desperate.
“None. But I care about you and I don’t want to see you hurt
by him.”
“But this really doesn’t change anything with us does it?”
He looked broken and devastated, just how she felt. She
wanted him so incredibly and knowing he desired her too did nothing but make
her feel helpless. “I’m sorry. I know I have no right to ask but please just
give me this.” His hand was gently holding her shoulder and she’d not managed
to remove her palms from his hard chest that was slowly rising and falling
beneath her hands.
She nodded but said nothing and when she stepped back from
him to her kitchen counter, he exhaled a deep breath and they went back to
studying each other. This was just damn painful. She needed him. She needed him
in this moment more than she’d ever needed a man but he was just out of reach. “You
can let yourself out.”
She turned and walked from the room to her bedroom, refusing
to look back. She stayed there sitting on the side of her bed, waiting to hear
the door close again and once it had she returned to the kitchen, finding a
note on the counter.
I’m sorry.
Yeah? Well she was too.
Chapter Eleven
It was eleven that night when Mindy called. She was one of a
few casual flings he indulged in on a regular basis but he cringed at the sight
of her number on caller ID. Seth was sound asleep and thanks to the fact he
slept with a TV on in his bedroom, Dillon could easily slip her in and out of
the house without Seth ever being the wiser. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it
plenty in the past.
“Thought I’d swing by if you were up.” Her voice was
seductive and warm as she spoke to him. She was trying to entice him and it
usually worked. But he felt cold and dead.
Mindy was a triage nurse who worked odd hours and she’d been
divorced for a few years. She didn’t expect a commitment from him and since he
had no interest in giving her one it worked out well. Something in her eyes
though said she’d welcome more and he knew at some point he’d have to put an
end to it with her. But not now. Not now when he needed to know he was still
the same Dillon who could fuck his casual fling with no other thought to it.
“Sure.” He was staring at his feet, stretched out before him
on his bed as he spoke the word. His voice sounded detached and distant and that
was about what his interest in her was at the moment. But this was who he was
and what he did. He didn’t disrespect her—he didn’t disrespect women in any
way. This was just easy and because life wasn’t, it made sense to keep his
personal relationships this way.
But this wasn’t easy and after he plodded downstairs
and flipped the porch light on, he grabbed a beer and downed half of it as he
stood at the sink. Part of him wanted this. He wanted it because he didn’t want
it. That made no sense but there it was.
He wanted Katrina, not this woman he’d fucked more times
than he could recall and had still managed to not give a shit about. He cared
for Katrina and he’d not even fucked her. Couldn’t fuck her and that’s why he
wanted Mindy. He wanted to want Mindy. He wanted to want Mindy enough that he
could stop thinking about Katrina. So why the hell was he chugging beer in some
pathetic attempt to loosen himself up before she got here? He knew damn well
why. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able
“Jason, I need you to leave.”
“Kat, this man—”
“Now! Please.” She still couldn’t seem to pull her gaze from
Dillon’s and he seemed just as trapped by her eyes. Jason left without a
further word and she breathed a sigh of relief when the door finally closed
behind him.
“He is not a good man, Katrina.” His voice was low and warm.
“Please.” He shook his head in frustration as she studied him. “Please don’t
see him.”
“What right do you have to ask me?” She couldn’t seem to
make her voice sound as challenging as she intended. Instead she just sounded
quiet and desperate.
“None. But I care about you and I don’t want to see you hurt
by him.”
“But this really doesn’t change anything with us does it?”
He looked broken and devastated, just how she felt. She
wanted him so incredibly and knowing he desired her too did nothing but make
her feel helpless. “I’m sorry. I know I have no right to ask but please just
give me this.” His hand was gently holding her shoulder and she’d not managed
to remove her palms from his hard chest that was slowly rising and falling
beneath her hands.
She nodded but said nothing and when she stepped back from
him to her kitchen counter, he exhaled a deep breath and they went back to
studying each other. This was just damn painful. She needed him. She needed him
in this moment more than she’d ever needed a man but he was just out of reach. “You
can let yourself out.”
She turned and walked from the room to her bedroom, refusing
to look back. She stayed there sitting on the side of her bed, waiting to hear
the door close again and once it had she returned to the kitchen, finding a
note on the counter.
I’m sorry.
Yeah? Well she was too.
Chapter Eleven
It was eleven that night when Mindy called. She was one of a
few casual flings he indulged in on a regular basis but he cringed at the sight
of her number on caller ID. Seth was sound asleep and thanks to the fact he
slept with a TV on in his bedroom, Dillon could easily slip her in and out of
the house without Seth ever being the wiser. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it
plenty in the past.
“Thought I’d swing by if you were up.” Her voice was
seductive and warm as she spoke to him. She was trying to entice him and it
usually worked. But he felt cold and dead.
Mindy was a triage nurse who worked odd hours and she’d been
divorced for a few years. She didn’t expect a commitment from him and since he
had no interest in giving her one it worked out well. Something in her eyes
though said she’d welcome more and he knew at some point he’d have to put an
end to it with her. But not now. Not now when he needed to know he was still
the same Dillon who could fuck his casual fling with no other thought to it.
“Sure.” He was staring at his feet, stretched out before him
on his bed as he spoke the word. His voice sounded detached and distant and that
was about what his interest in her was at the moment. But this was who he was
and what he did. He didn’t disrespect her—he didn’t disrespect women in any
way. This was just easy and because life wasn’t, it made sense to keep his
personal relationships this way.
But this wasn’t easy and after he plodded downstairs
and flipped the porch light on, he grabbed a beer and downed half of it as he
stood at the sink. Part of him wanted this. He wanted it because he didn’t want
it. That made no sense but there it was.
He wanted Katrina, not this woman he’d fucked more times
than he could recall and had still managed to not give a shit about. He cared
for Katrina and he’d not even fucked her. Couldn’t fuck her and that’s why he
wanted Mindy. He wanted to want Mindy. He wanted to want Mindy enough that he
could stop thinking about Katrina. So why the hell was he chugging beer in some
pathetic attempt to loosen himself up before she got here? He knew damn well
why. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able
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