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My chest depresses. Charlie is a she.
It shouldn't matter, but it does.
“Are you saying no one else understands you?”
She looks out the window again. “I think that no one cares to understand me. They just don't want me to embarrass them. Like she did.”
Ophelia. Of course, it had embarrassed the Laurier family when their eldest daughter ended up fucking not only their best friend's son, but his father—the close family friend.
“Why do you say that?”
“Do we have to talk about this? You don't believe anything I say, anyway, Tav. There's no point.”
“What if I tell you I’ll believe you?”
She laughs. It's short and bitter. It doesn't suit her, and I don’t like it.
“I'd say, I don't believe you.”
“Fair,” I answer honestly.
She laughs that bitter laugh again, but she says nothing more as I pull into my drive. Before I can exit the vehicle and round to her side, she’s shoving open her own door and sliding from the seat. She doesn't wait for me as she walks up my porch, waiting by my front door. I punch in the code; aware I'll have to give it to her if she wants to leave and return at any point. Still, I don't do so now. I just hold the door open and watch as she walks inside.
She kicks off her shoes with a moan that shoots straight to my dick.
If somebody told me years ago that I'd be here, hard for Pipsqueak all grown up, I’d have knocked their teeth out. And yet here I am. Hard.
“Oh.” She makes another noise that's fit for sex as she lifts a foot and rubs her thumb into the pad. “It's so nice to be out of those shoes.”
I need a beer.
I say nothing as I move to the kitchen, to the fridge. I pop the top, tip the bottle to my mouth, and drink deep.
I’d deprived myself of drink all night, because I hadn't been willing to trap myself in a hotel room with her. It could have been fun, I think now. But fun has consequences, and I'm not sure I'm ready to pay that toll.
She's clearly done rubbing her foot, because she's followed me into the kitchen. She’s standing on the other side of the island in that blue dress that was made to tempt men everywhere. Drumming a rhythm into the countertop with manicured fingertips, she asks, “Do we have popcorn?”
I blink.
Popcorn. She wants popcorn?
My voice is gruff. “No.”
Disappointment has her bottom lip pushing out. The urge to round the island, dip my head and bite that lip, is strong. Painfully strong. Again, I feel it in my dick.
This fucking woman.
“Oh well.” She shrugs, but the look on her face is crushed as she glances over her shoulder in longing at my couch. “It's late anyway, and I'm tired. I should probably go to bed.” She starts that way, but her steps stutter and she turns back to me with a smile that is killer sweet and way too soft for the likes of a man like me. “Have a nice night, Tav.”
I don't reply, just watch as she disappears to her room.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, tapping into Ian's name. I send him a text.
Me:
I want her medical records. Specifically, any notes from a recent exam.
I don't get a reply.
