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Shit, he didn’t deserve that. I reached out and put my hand on his forearm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

He was silent, no longer looking at me but out the windshield. His jaw clenched and he gave a single nod before leaning across my lap and throwing open my door.

Shit. “Kilter, I—”

“Don’t,” he barked. “I need time to cool off.”

I’d sensed from the beginning that Kilter’s past issues bordered my own. It was as if he constantly tried to push everyone away—except me. “Kilter, I didn’t mean it like that. I just want you to understand. You disappeared for six months and now you show up and kiss me and—”

“Go inside, Rayne.”

“Kilter—”

His eyes darted to mine and my breath caught in my throat at the anger and hurt blazing.

Shit. There was no excuse for what I’d said. None. But he’d closed down. I sensed the shield around him like a solid brick wall. No matter what I said now, it wouldn’t matter.

I undid my seatbelt and slid from the car. An ache settled in the pit of my stomach as I turned and walked toward the door. Only after I’d stepped inside did Kilter drive off.

I knew behind his crude words, he had a good heart. But right now, I had my own issues to deal with. Having Kilter’s past demons around me would only make my recovery that much harder. Maybe in time, when I was stronger.

I hung the keys on the horseshoe hook beside the door and leaned against the wall, my fingers pressed to my lips.

I hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him.

I’d learned to express myself over the past few months and cope with my emotions. But when it came to Kilter my emotions were all over the place and I didn’t know how to sort them out.

A knock sounded on the door and my heart skipped a beat. Kilter.

I opened the door and was met with piercing eyes and the intense scent of black licorice.

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