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Kerra held her ground but didn’t say anything.
He stayed as he was for a few seconds, then picked up the shopping bag and dumped the contents onto the bed. He found a pair of socks among the items. He ripped open the packaging with his teeth and sat down in one of the chairs at the table to pull them on.
As he reached for his boot, he glanced at Kerra, who hadn’t moved from her spot. He cursed under his breath as he pulled the boot on. “If he brought up her name, the least he could have done was give you the nitty-gritty. Or did he?”
“He said your obsession with the Pegasus cost Marianne her job, too.”
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“It did. She defended me and supported my hypothesis about an instigator. The bureau decided that if her loyalty to me outweighed her loyalty to it, she should go when I did. The difference was…” he said, taking up his other boot and shoving his foot into it, “…she gave a fuck.” He stood up and tested the feel of his boots and the stiff new jeans before looking across at her. “The hot water’s probably been replaced by now.”
“Marianne wasn’t just a colleague, was she, Trapper?”
“Too bad none of this was covered in all those Internet articles you read about me. You could be taking a nice, hot shower, and I could be left the hell alone!”
“You were together?”
He hissed an expletive, but then took a breath and flatly stated, “We were engaged.”
“She broke the engagement after she was fired?”
“No, I did.”
“Why?”
“Because she was learning what life with me would be like. How reckless, harsh, cruel, and…What was the other thing?” He snapped his fingers several times in rapid succession. “Destructive.”
Suddenly, his head dropped forward. He pressed his thumb and middle finger into his eye sockets. When he lowered his hand, he walked over to the window and parted the curtains to look out. Kerra knew he wasn’t taking in the scenery. There was nothing to it except a potholed asphalt parking lot and tumbleweeds trapped against a leaning, snaggle-toothed fence.
He was quiet for so long, she thought he was done talking about it. Then he began in a monotone.
“I came home one day. Middle of the day. Marianne was in bed, crying. Like, sobbing. Wracking sobs. Inconsolable. She cried for a long time.” A beat later, he said, “While I cleaned up the blood on the bathroom floor.”
Kerra felt as though she’d swallowed a stone. She stood as unmoving as one.
“Marianne hadn’t told me she was pregnant, not wanting to add to the pressure I’d been under at work. But that only compounded the pressure she was under. All that stress and bitterness and uncertainty about the future didn’t make for a healthy environment for an embryo.”
A full minute ticked by. When he turned around to her, his impenetrable mask was firmly fixed. “So, yeah, definitely destructive. I was afraid that if I stayed, I would only cause Marianne more grief, more heartbreak, and from the reproachful way she was looking at me, I knew she was afraid of the same. So I packed my things and left that night. Which is what you should do. Heed The Major’s warning. Leave.”
He went to the closet and got the components of her cell phone from one of his coat pockets. He restored it and checked to make sure it had a signal, then pitched it onto the bed directly in front of her.
“Call a car service,” he said. “Call that woman with the wild hair and orange glasses and ask her to come get you. Or, if you’d rather, take that ugly car Carson borrowed from his brother-in-law. Keys are there on the table. You can let Carson know when and where to reclaim it.”
Kerra searched his eyes for a flicker of the passion and heat that had been in them earlier when he was wooing her. But there was no emotion whatsoever in the implacable eyes that stared back at her now.
She picked up her phone.
Gracie answered on the first ring. “Kerra?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Thank God! Are you all right? Do you know how frantic I’ve been? This is about the fourth heart attack you’ve caused me this week. Where are you?”
“I apologize for not calling sooner. I didn’t mean to bring on a heart attack.”
“Just tell me you’re all right.”
“I’m all right.”
