back to you.” She laughed, winked. “His
shorts told us he had something else for you too. A nice guy who’s gorgeous and
hung. So not fair. Tell me he’s a lousy lover, that he sucks in the sack. It might
make us feel better.”
Huh. Nash had never mentioned anything about seeing them.
And why would he? She felt warm and fuzzy, but it was little consolation now.
Lexi tried a smile, but was pretty sure it turned out sad
and pathetic. “Sorry. No can do.”
They groaned. “Figures. That’s really, really not fair. You
take care, okay?”
So okay, they’d tried their best to seduce away a guy they
thought belonged to her, but maybe the Barbie twins weren’t that bad after all.
She closed her eyes tight when they were out of sight as if
that could banish images that refused to go away. She didn’t want to think
about him, hot and sweaty or any other way. Not now. She couldn’t. She didn’t
want to think about what he was going to be doing and with whom either.
She was never going to see him again. Simple. Right? She
just had to keep telling herself that. The problem was she wasn’t sure it was
ever going to sink in. All she could hope for was to get to the point that he
didn’t feature in her every waking thought. Or dream. Just most of them.
She took a deep breath and swallowed back the thickness in
her throat that hadn’t disappeared since the airport. Well, wasn’t this just
great? She put a hand low down against her twisting, churning stomach. It was
probably her chest she should have gone for because her heart felt as if it
were breaking and that it just might never stop. Ever.
Chapter Seven
The bastard.
Lexi glanced over at the boxes she still had stacked against
the far wall of her workshop. Six large, beat-up boxes that looked as if they’d
seen better days. They’d arrived two weeks ago. She hadn’t ordered anything, hadn’t
been expecting anything, especially nothing of this size. There’d been a single
sheet of paper with bold, slashing writing right on the top when she’d peered
inside.
Made me think of you. N.
God, they’d been from him. From Nash. The wave of sensation
that had rocked through her body had been so powerful the delivery driver had
thought she’d had a seizure. She’d barely been able to draw in enough air. She
still couldn’t whenever she looked at them, which was as little as possible.
The boxes had been like opening a treasure chest. An eclectic
collection of twisted shapes of metal—bits and pieces of God knew what—that
most people would gladly toss in the trash, but to her…Yeah. He’d known. Exactly.
And she hadn’t touched a thing from any of them. Hadn’t been
able to bring herself to even empty them. They were still all sitting here. It
was dumb. She’d itched to explore the unfamiliar shapes, had already built and
un-built a bunch of pieces in her mind already, but she hadn’t been able to so
much as take a single chunk out of a box.
God. Nash had sent her the one thing guaranteed to ensure
she was completely, all the way gone on him—a guy she’d never see again.
Or so she’d thought. Until this.
Landing at 13:10. – Nash.
She’d been sitting staring at the text message for a good
hour. It had come in during the night from a blocked number, but she’d gone
straight to her studio to work that morning and hadn’t thought to check her
phone.
Funny. The dread she used to feel from a text was now a
distant memory. Nash hadn’t said anything, but she hadn’t received any more
unwanted texts since just before he’d left and she was certain that wasn’t a
coincidence. She didn’t know what he’d done or how, but she knew it was because
of him.
Damn, it was already lunchtime, which meant he was due in in
just over an hour. She swallowed the lump that rose into her dry throat, had
been there pretty much since she’d seen his message, along with the knot of
tension in her gut.
Now what?
She hadn’t heard him from him since
shorts told us he had something else for you too. A nice guy who’s gorgeous and
hung. So not fair. Tell me he’s a lousy lover, that he sucks in the sack. It might
make us feel better.”
Huh. Nash had never mentioned anything about seeing them.
And why would he? She felt warm and fuzzy, but it was little consolation now.
Lexi tried a smile, but was pretty sure it turned out sad
and pathetic. “Sorry. No can do.”
They groaned. “Figures. That’s really, really not fair. You
take care, okay?”
So okay, they’d tried their best to seduce away a guy they
thought belonged to her, but maybe the Barbie twins weren’t that bad after all.
She closed her eyes tight when they were out of sight as if
that could banish images that refused to go away. She didn’t want to think
about him, hot and sweaty or any other way. Not now. She couldn’t. She didn’t
want to think about what he was going to be doing and with whom either.
She was never going to see him again. Simple. Right? She
just had to keep telling herself that. The problem was she wasn’t sure it was
ever going to sink in. All she could hope for was to get to the point that he
didn’t feature in her every waking thought. Or dream. Just most of them.
She took a deep breath and swallowed back the thickness in
her throat that hadn’t disappeared since the airport. Well, wasn’t this just
great? She put a hand low down against her twisting, churning stomach. It was
probably her chest she should have gone for because her heart felt as if it
were breaking and that it just might never stop. Ever.
Chapter Seven
The bastard.
Lexi glanced over at the boxes she still had stacked against
the far wall of her workshop. Six large, beat-up boxes that looked as if they’d
seen better days. They’d arrived two weeks ago. She hadn’t ordered anything, hadn’t
been expecting anything, especially nothing of this size. There’d been a single
sheet of paper with bold, slashing writing right on the top when she’d peered
inside.
Made me think of you. N.
God, they’d been from him. From Nash. The wave of sensation
that had rocked through her body had been so powerful the delivery driver had
thought she’d had a seizure. She’d barely been able to draw in enough air. She
still couldn’t whenever she looked at them, which was as little as possible.
The boxes had been like opening a treasure chest. An eclectic
collection of twisted shapes of metal—bits and pieces of God knew what—that
most people would gladly toss in the trash, but to her…Yeah. He’d known. Exactly.
And she hadn’t touched a thing from any of them. Hadn’t been
able to bring herself to even empty them. They were still all sitting here. It
was dumb. She’d itched to explore the unfamiliar shapes, had already built and
un-built a bunch of pieces in her mind already, but she hadn’t been able to so
much as take a single chunk out of a box.
God. Nash had sent her the one thing guaranteed to ensure
she was completely, all the way gone on him—a guy she’d never see again.
Or so she’d thought. Until this.
Landing at 13:10. – Nash.
She’d been sitting staring at the text message for a good
hour. It had come in during the night from a blocked number, but she’d gone
straight to her studio to work that morning and hadn’t thought to check her
phone.
Funny. The dread she used to feel from a text was now a
distant memory. Nash hadn’t said anything, but she hadn’t received any more
unwanted texts since just before he’d left and she was certain that wasn’t a
coincidence. She didn’t know what he’d done or how, but she knew it was because
of him.
Damn, it was already lunchtime, which meant he was due in in
just over an hour. She swallowed the lump that rose into her dry throat, had
been there pretty much since she’d seen his message, along with the knot of
tension in her gut.
Now what?
She hadn’t heard him from him since
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