street.”
Mandy shrugged. “A guy who doesn’t care anything about you doesn’t go out of his way to avoid you. And he sure as hell doesn’t blow up your phone the first night you go out to a party without him.”
Hayden opened her mouth with a comeback and then slammed it shut. Hoyt had completely avoided her, not ignored her. Like he was scared to be near her.
Her heartbeat kicked into fast forward and she slowly lowered her wine glass to the table with a trembling hand. The thought rolling around in her brain with new momentum. Maybe Hoyt had been afraid to see her. Maybe he still wanted her and just didn’t know how to tell her?
“That’s ridiculous, I haven’t heard from him in months.”
Someone knocked on Mandy’s door and both girls jumped.
Mandy stood. “Who could that be?”
Hayden craned her neck around to watch Mandy go to the door. Her apartment was small, so the door was at the other end of the couch. “You better not have invited Chance over.”
“I didn’t invite anybody. Maybe it’s Hoyt.” Mandy peered through her peep hole and gasped. “Shit.”
“What? Who is it?” Hayden shot to her feet, clutching her arms around her stomach.
Mandy took a step back and shook her head. “I don’t know but that guy isn’t getting in here.”
Hayden frowned and crossed to the door. “Let me see.”
When she pressed her eye to the peep hole she gasped and stumbled back. “Oh my God.”
“I’ll call the cops.” Mandy raced over to the couch and shoved her hand into the cushions, digging for her phone.
“No.” Hayden’s mouth went dry. What was he doing here?
“No? Did you not see that guy? He’s not here to talk, I can tell you that much.” Mandy found her phone and held it up triumphantly. “Got it.”
“Mandy, I said no. It’s okay. I know him.”
Her friend looked at her like she had horns growing out of her forehead. “How?”
“He’s my ex.” Hayden jerked the door open and propped her hands on her hips.
Hoyt stood there, filling up the doorway, dark and sexy. His black shirt molded to every muscle on his chest and tucked into tactical pants that emphasized his narrow waste and lean hips. The two scorpion tattoo’s licking up his arms flexed and moved when he propped a hand on the frame and Hayden had to keep herself from licking her lips.
His hair was shorter than it used to be, almost skull-trimmed, making the angular planes of his cheeks and hard line of his jaw even more pronounced. The effect was devastating.
“Ignoring my calls?” He was looking at her with an intense almost brooding expression that made her knees shake.
“What do you want?” Shit, she sounded all breathy. Hayden cleared her throat and forced her gaze up to his. Then she locked on to a long gash on his forehead. “What happened to your head?”
“Nothing. Just an accident. Why won’t you take my calls?” Oh Lord, his coarse voice slid over her skin, awakening nerve endings that had long been dormant. Everything about the man was raw sensuality, whether he knew it or not.
Remember, you vowed to move on. He’d toyed with her heart enough right before he’d broken it. Hayden almost snorted to her self. That’s why her heart blasting off like a freaking rocket. “Because I don’t want to talk to you. Why are you here?”
He was so mouthwatering it hurt. God, she hated herself at that moment. Hated how aroused she got just from him standing in the door, hated knowing that despite her vow to move on with her life, and the months of torture worrying about him and thinking about him, he could still affect her like this. And then Hayden remembered what Mandy had just said about him not being unaffected. A smidge of optimism edged into her awareness. Maybe he was here to see her, to apologize…
“Your brothers have been looking for you. They need you to come home. Now.”
Her hope tanked and she let her lips turn down into a frown. “My brothers never send anyone to look for
Mandy shrugged. “A guy who doesn’t care anything about you doesn’t go out of his way to avoid you. And he sure as hell doesn’t blow up your phone the first night you go out to a party without him.”
Hayden opened her mouth with a comeback and then slammed it shut. Hoyt had completely avoided her, not ignored her. Like he was scared to be near her.
Her heartbeat kicked into fast forward and she slowly lowered her wine glass to the table with a trembling hand. The thought rolling around in her brain with new momentum. Maybe Hoyt had been afraid to see her. Maybe he still wanted her and just didn’t know how to tell her?
“That’s ridiculous, I haven’t heard from him in months.”
Someone knocked on Mandy’s door and both girls jumped.
Mandy stood. “Who could that be?”
Hayden craned her neck around to watch Mandy go to the door. Her apartment was small, so the door was at the other end of the couch. “You better not have invited Chance over.”
“I didn’t invite anybody. Maybe it’s Hoyt.” Mandy peered through her peep hole and gasped. “Shit.”
“What? Who is it?” Hayden shot to her feet, clutching her arms around her stomach.
Mandy took a step back and shook her head. “I don’t know but that guy isn’t getting in here.”
Hayden frowned and crossed to the door. “Let me see.”
When she pressed her eye to the peep hole she gasped and stumbled back. “Oh my God.”
“I’ll call the cops.” Mandy raced over to the couch and shoved her hand into the cushions, digging for her phone.
“No.” Hayden’s mouth went dry. What was he doing here?
“No? Did you not see that guy? He’s not here to talk, I can tell you that much.” Mandy found her phone and held it up triumphantly. “Got it.”
“Mandy, I said no. It’s okay. I know him.”
Her friend looked at her like she had horns growing out of her forehead. “How?”
“He’s my ex.” Hayden jerked the door open and propped her hands on her hips.
Hoyt stood there, filling up the doorway, dark and sexy. His black shirt molded to every muscle on his chest and tucked into tactical pants that emphasized his narrow waste and lean hips. The two scorpion tattoo’s licking up his arms flexed and moved when he propped a hand on the frame and Hayden had to keep herself from licking her lips.
His hair was shorter than it used to be, almost skull-trimmed, making the angular planes of his cheeks and hard line of his jaw even more pronounced. The effect was devastating.
“Ignoring my calls?” He was looking at her with an intense almost brooding expression that made her knees shake.
“What do you want?” Shit, she sounded all breathy. Hayden cleared her throat and forced her gaze up to his. Then she locked on to a long gash on his forehead. “What happened to your head?”
“Nothing. Just an accident. Why won’t you take my calls?” Oh Lord, his coarse voice slid over her skin, awakening nerve endings that had long been dormant. Everything about the man was raw sensuality, whether he knew it or not.
Remember, you vowed to move on. He’d toyed with her heart enough right before he’d broken it. Hayden almost snorted to her self. That’s why her heart blasting off like a freaking rocket. “Because I don’t want to talk to you. Why are you here?”
He was so mouthwatering it hurt. God, she hated herself at that moment. Hated how aroused she got just from him standing in the door, hated knowing that despite her vow to move on with her life, and the months of torture worrying about him and thinking about him, he could still affect her like this. And then Hayden remembered what Mandy had just said about him not being unaffected. A smidge of optimism edged into her awareness. Maybe he was here to see her, to apologize…
“Your brothers have been looking for you. They need you to come home. Now.”
Her hope tanked and she let her lips turn down into a frown. “My brothers never send anyone to look for
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