Two Sides to Every Story (Love Spectrum Romance) by Dyanne Davis Page A
Authors: Dyanne Davis
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could get, but the last few nights without Raphael’s body in her bed had changed her.
She hadn’t lied. She was much too tired to make love. She’d been tired since returning from her visit to the prison and experiencing again her brother’s coldness. He’d accused her of wasting time, of not trying hard enough, and she felt guilty.
Adrian was right. She’d spent time in the past two months doing something her brother would hate, and something that her entire family would condemn her for if they knew. And now she couldn’t sleep because not having the one thing that she shouldn’t have was eating away at her. She wished she hadn’t snapped at Rafe. He didn’t deserve that.
She picked up the phone before she could stop herself, wondering if he’d slam the phone down in her ear. Would he react the same way to her as she had done to him?
“Rafe,” she said. “Are you asleep?”
“No.”
“Neither am I.”
“That’s obvious.”
“I guess it is,” she answered. “Maybe you can come over and we can not sleep together.”
He wanted to give her back the same words she’d given him but he didn’t. “Are you still tired?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“I’ll be right over.”
Chapter 10
Rafe curled his muscular body around hers and pulled her into his arms. His right arm was flung across her torso and his lips nuzzled her neck. Within minutes Angela heard soft snoring sounds and her heart shattered with swift understanding.
He hadn’t been able to sleep in his own bed because he wanted to be near her, just as it was with her. They were breaking all their own rules and she didn’t know what to do about it. She attempted to move away from the cradle of Rafe’s arms but even in his sleep he pulled her back and held her tighter. She moaned.
“Rafe, what have we done?” she said into the darkness, then fell asleep.
In the morning she looked into his eyes and knew it was time to share the reason with him for her anger.
“My brother is in Statesville,” she began without preamble, watching for his reaction. “I go to visit him a twice a week, usually Tuesday and Thursday. We’re very close.” Still he waited silently.
“About two years ago,” she shrugged her shoulder, “actually, almost two and a half, he was in this neighborhood just minding his own business. Long story short, there was a big gang fight with the cops. My brother tried to tell them he wasn’t involved but they wouldn’t listen. He was beaten by the cops.” She paused and waited for some reaction. “My brother went to jail.”
“And you moved here from Naperville. Why?”
“I moved here to clear my brother,” Angela continued.
“How?”
“To try and find the cops, the ones who beat my brother. I have to prove my brother’s innocence. That has to be my primary function.”
“That’s your reason for hating cops?”
“That’s not enough?”
“I’m just asking.”
“It’s been my reason for hating them for the last two and a half years. They give me new reasons to hate them every day.”
“So why did you pick me for your poster child of hate?”
“I didn’t pick you; you stopped me, remember?”
“I remember you were speeding.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Raphael attempted to laugh but his heart was pounding too rapidly in his chest. He was extremely familiar with the case Angela was talking about. He’d been one of the officers involved in the gang fight. The thought of the hatred in her eyes when she found out he was involved stopped him from telling her. He couldn’t, not now, not when she was finally tearing down some of the barriers between them.
“Why are you telling me this?” he asked.
“I want you to know why we can’t take this any further.”
He eyed her sharply. She was contradicting herself. She was taking it further by merely telling him. In the entire two months they’d slept together, she’d never once told him who she was seeing in prison. He’d wondered if it was a
She hadn’t lied. She was much too tired to make love. She’d been tired since returning from her visit to the prison and experiencing again her brother’s coldness. He’d accused her of wasting time, of not trying hard enough, and she felt guilty.
Adrian was right. She’d spent time in the past two months doing something her brother would hate, and something that her entire family would condemn her for if they knew. And now she couldn’t sleep because not having the one thing that she shouldn’t have was eating away at her. She wished she hadn’t snapped at Rafe. He didn’t deserve that.
She picked up the phone before she could stop herself, wondering if he’d slam the phone down in her ear. Would he react the same way to her as she had done to him?
“Rafe,” she said. “Are you asleep?”
“No.”
“Neither am I.”
“That’s obvious.”
“I guess it is,” she answered. “Maybe you can come over and we can not sleep together.”
He wanted to give her back the same words she’d given him but he didn’t. “Are you still tired?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“I’ll be right over.”
Chapter 10
Rafe curled his muscular body around hers and pulled her into his arms. His right arm was flung across her torso and his lips nuzzled her neck. Within minutes Angela heard soft snoring sounds and her heart shattered with swift understanding.
He hadn’t been able to sleep in his own bed because he wanted to be near her, just as it was with her. They were breaking all their own rules and she didn’t know what to do about it. She attempted to move away from the cradle of Rafe’s arms but even in his sleep he pulled her back and held her tighter. She moaned.
“Rafe, what have we done?” she said into the darkness, then fell asleep.
In the morning she looked into his eyes and knew it was time to share the reason with him for her anger.
“My brother is in Statesville,” she began without preamble, watching for his reaction. “I go to visit him a twice a week, usually Tuesday and Thursday. We’re very close.” Still he waited silently.
“About two years ago,” she shrugged her shoulder, “actually, almost two and a half, he was in this neighborhood just minding his own business. Long story short, there was a big gang fight with the cops. My brother tried to tell them he wasn’t involved but they wouldn’t listen. He was beaten by the cops.” She paused and waited for some reaction. “My brother went to jail.”
“And you moved here from Naperville. Why?”
“I moved here to clear my brother,” Angela continued.
“How?”
“To try and find the cops, the ones who beat my brother. I have to prove my brother’s innocence. That has to be my primary function.”
“That’s your reason for hating cops?”
“That’s not enough?”
“I’m just asking.”
“It’s been my reason for hating them for the last two and a half years. They give me new reasons to hate them every day.”
“So why did you pick me for your poster child of hate?”
“I didn’t pick you; you stopped me, remember?”
“I remember you were speeding.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Raphael attempted to laugh but his heart was pounding too rapidly in his chest. He was extremely familiar with the case Angela was talking about. He’d been one of the officers involved in the gang fight. The thought of the hatred in her eyes when she found out he was involved stopped him from telling her. He couldn’t, not now, not when she was finally tearing down some of the barriers between them.
“Why are you telling me this?” he asked.
“I want you to know why we can’t take this any further.”
He eyed her sharply. She was contradicting herself. She was taking it further by merely telling him. In the entire two months they’d slept together, she’d never once told him who she was seeing in prison. He’d wondered if it was a
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