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The apartment wasquiet when I finally emerged from my room. Holt’s door was closed, but I felt his absence.
Our dinner from the night before remained on the coffee table. The wine glass still lay on its side, though the spilled liquid appeared to have been wiped up.
Quickly, I discarded the food and loaded the dishwasher. I grabbed an apple and a banana, dropping them into a brown paper bag with the rest of my lunch.
As I picked up my keys off the counter, I found a note folded underneath them. With trembling hands, I opened it.
Gone to my father’s for a few days. I think we both need the space.
Coward.
I crumpled it in my hands and tossed it back on the counter. Space? I didn’t need space. I wanted him to talk to me. Or at the very least, not run when things got tough.
You mean, kinda like you“talked” to him?
I scowled as that little voice in my head pointed out how I’d been just as guilty of shutting down as he had.
Space.
I hated the word.
Screw Holt Dixon and his space.
Chapter Seventeen
Holt
“You have time for lunch?”
A pair of feet that belonged to a familiar voice came into view.
“No,” I said without rolling out from underneath the Chevy Suburban I was working on.
A foot stretched out and kicked me in the arm. “The answer is yes.”
“If that were the case, you wouldn’t have needed to ask.”
“Your big brother comes to buy you a nice meal and you can’t even tell him no to his face? I’m wounded.”
Thank goodness I was hidden so he couldn’t see me almost smile despite my annoyance. He knew how to push my buttons and get what he wanted all at once.
I rolled until my head was out from under the car. “No.”
He scowled, his lips twisting into his masculine version of a pout. “No? Damn. I came all this way.”
“All ten blocks?”
“These shoes aren’t the most comfortable pair I’ve got.” He wiggled his foot, the tassel on his oxfords swaying.
“Think you could make it to a restaurant?”
He grinned. “Of course. We’ll take a cab.”
I rolled completely out from under the Suburban. “I’m not exactly dressed for a nice meal.”
I gestured down at my coveralls when I stood.
“Sure you are.”
