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Not for her stupid family situation. She was just getting emotional because she actually had to go home. She dug out her sunglasses and shoved them on her face as the trunk popped. Tristan stowed her suitcase. Juliet tried the door, but it was still locked.
She curled her fingers into a fist.
The gravel crunched under his motorcycle boots. Instead of going to the driver’s side, he approached her. He cupped her clenched hand and brought it up to his cheek. “Babe.”
“Let it go,” she whispered.
“Not a chance.”
He peeled her hand open and pressed a kiss to her palm. “My old man is pretty much a piece of shit and my mom…well, she split a long time ago. I get the fucked up family more than I understand your situation, but I’m here.”
She slid her arm up around his neck and buried her face against his throat. The familiar spice of his skin evened her out. Sparks was usually her touchstone when she allowed stress to creep in and make her nuts. Tris was more for orgasms and laughter.
This Tris was definitely not good for her right now. He made her want to lean even more.
He stepped back enough so he could gaze into her eyes. Patience was there, but also a steely determination to wait her out.
“Can we ju
st go? You said we were going to be late.”
“Yep. After you tell me what’s swimming around in that beautiful brain of yours.”
“Since when are you so pushy?”
He curled his arm around her waist, then fisted his other hand in her hair. “Since this really tough chick came into my life. I don’t like that kind of sparkle in your eyes. The only tears I prefer to see are because I made you come your brains out.”
She huffed out a laugh. Mostly because he was looking for it, but the surge of anxiety lessened. The tiny tingles along her nape where his fingers tightened on her hair helped. He always seemed to know just what she needed physically, whether the moment was sexual or emotional.
“Don’t try distracting me with that look.”
She arched a brow at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He nipped her lower lip. “You sure as shit do.”
“Can we at least get on the road?”
“Sure. As soon as you spit it out.”
“Stubborn jackass.”
“Your stubborn jackass.” As soon as he said it, his eyebrows shot up.
Hmm. She was pretty sure he hadn’t meant to say that. She twisted her fingers into his Henley under his leather jacket. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
“Then quit stalling.”
“It’s not that big of a deal. Now it sounds way bigger than it really is.”
“Then it should be easy for you to spit it out.” She tried to jerk away, but Tristan held her fast. They stood there like that for a beat until finally his face started to close off. The sudden panic that rose in her chest was disconcerting.
She didn’t want to just see Tristan’s easy side. How could she expect him to open up if she only offered him that side of herself?
“My dad has a mistress.”
Tristan’s eyebrows snapped down. “Seriously? That’s really a thing?” He cleared his throat. “They’re that rich?”
She shrugged. “Rich enough for him to keep a girl on the side. That’s not the worst part. The fact that my mother knows about her, and doesn’t do anything—that’s the part that drives me and my sister crazy. My sister more than me. I gave up on my father being a decent human a long time ago.”
