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“Yes. Staff found her after she’d already passed.”
I took deep breaths, still fighting the good fight against hated tears. “When is the funeral?”
“Day after tomorrow. I already booked your flight home.” If I could have found the composure or the breath, I’d have pointed out that that dreaded little town was not my home, but I couldn’t find either.
“I took care of everything, actually,” he continued. “I’ll email you the info. Sit down, Scarlett, before you fall down.
I tried again to look at him, glancing up briefly, eyes again darting quickly away at what I saw.
That face. Those eyes that saw everything I wanted to hide. No, I still couldn’t take it. Not at all. Not even close.
A fierce whisper escaped him, one that carried across the room and hit me straight in the gut, “Come here.”
Every clenched part of me seemed to break at once, and I didn’t even feel myself move, didn’t even will it, but one moment I was standing several feet away from him, and the next I was in his arms, sobbing like the broken child that Gram had always tried so hard to fix.
I cried for what felt like hours, until my soul felt scraped raw, and he was there with me, arms around me, face in my hair, legs tangled with mine.
We had melded ourselves so close together in our mourning that it felt like there was only one of us.
After a time, a whisper came out of him, one that ached, and I ached with it, “I couldn’t believe it at first either. Didn’t want to. Still don’t.”
I opened my mouth to say something, what I wasn’t even sure, but the sound of the doorbell ringing again distracted me.
“You expecting anybody?” Dante murmured into my hair.
I sighed. “No. I’m sure it’s for Demi. She’s a social creature. Makes friends everywhere. Has people over constantly.” As I spoke, I realized I was babbling into his chest, and I straightened. Having a weak moment was one thing. Lingering at it was another.
I stood, turned my back on him, and took two decisive, necessary steps away. I didn’t know what to say to him, what to do with myself, but I knew I couldn’t wallow in his arms for another fragile second.
We were both silent for a solid minute and then another. I stared at the wall, my shoulders hunched, fists clenched.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I turned around to look at him again.
His gaze was so warm on me—tender—and I didn’t know what to do with how that made me feel. He hadn’t had that warmth in his eyes for me in years. I’d made sure he had no reason to. Gone to drastic measures to make sure.
Why was he looking at me like that now? Shared grief? Rekindled feeling?
“Stop looking at me like that,” I told him slowly, reproach in every syllable of every word.
“Like what?”
“You know.”
“You think I can help it?” he countered softly. “When could I ever help it?”
I lost my breath. No, he’d knocked it out of me.
This was the problem with fighting Dante. I got in my jabs, loudly and often, but it only took one good hit from him and I was stripped of my defenses. A few sentences out of his gorgeous, manipulative mouth and I lost the whole fucking round.
K.O. Done.
He needed to leave now.
I opened my mouth to tell him so, but just then there was a soft knock at my bedroom door.
“Scar dear, your boyfriend is here,” Demi’s concerned voice called.
My eyes were still on Dante’s, so I saw the moment when the warmth left them, watched unblinking as all tenderness was sucked out and replaced by something else.
