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“You were?”
“Yeah. And honestly, Blaine, a guy like you is almost too good to be true. Maybe she’s afraid of getting in too deep and gett
ing hurt.”
“I don’t want to hurt her. I want to take care of her.”
“Well, sometimes you hurt people without meaning to.”
Now it was Blaine’s turn to go silent. “I—I’m sorry. It never seemed like it really mattered to you.”
Candice cleared her throat. “It did. I’m just not one to show it. Besides, my lawyer told me to go for the jugular. So I did.”
Blaine grunted. In addition to having a measure of intelligence, Candice was a survivor. “Right.”
“Look, if you can help me out with the massage parlors, let me know. In the meantime, go find this girl. Talk to her. Convince her you’re not going anywhere. She’ll come around.”
“Okay,” Blaine said. “I will. And Candice…”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. I needed a woman to explain a woman.”
*
When Jeff opened the door to Mia’s apartment and started to storm out, she followed him. She was ready to slam the door behind him as soon as he got out of her way. She was already thinking about brushing her teeth and washing her face. She wanted to rinse Jeff’s spit from her mouth. Her hair was messy and she had lipstick smeared all over her mouth and down her chin.
Jeff paused in the open doorway. Mia came up behind him, ready to push him out the door, until she saw that someone stood on the other side.
Blaine stared at her over Jeff’s shoulder. His chest rose and fell and his chin jutted.
Jeff smirked. “Ha, looks like someone is here to pick up my leftovers.” He brushed past Blaine and clipped down the building’s open staircase.
“Blaine—” Mia said. She rubbed at her mouth. Damnit, she thought. Why did I even put on lipstick? “Blaine, this isn’t what it looks—”
Blaine didn’t answer. He turned and stalked down the stairs.
Wild Lover Book 3
Mia ducked back into her apartment for a pair of flip-flops before following Blaine. Unlike him, she preferred to wear shoes, especially since she’d gotten a pedicure the day before. By the time she caught up to him in the parking lot, he had one hand on the door handle of his rented truck.
“Wait!” she cried. “Please, Blaine. Wait.”
He paused, his mouth a thin line of resentment. “What, Mia?”
She started to open her mouth, but he beat her to it and answered his own question.
“There’s not much to be discussed,” Blaine said. “I come over here to try and convince you to come to St. John with me—” He laughed, as if he was remembering a mission that should have been declared impossible before it commenced. “—and I find you all hot and bothered with your ex-boyfriend. You wanted me to be honest with you. You could have returned the favor.”
“Seriously, Blaine,” Mia said. “It’s not what you think.”
“That’s such a cliché. Why didn’t you just tell me you were thinking about going back to him? I could have saved myself the embarrassment of trying to convince you to go with me.”
“I don’t want—”
“It’s so obvious. Your story about your parents disapproving?” He laughed again, and even in his bitterness she’d never seen a more handsome man. “I can’t believe I fell for that.”
“Stop, I don’t want—“
