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“Well, it was more of an unspoken rule,” she conceded.
My brows raised as I chuckled. “So how was I supposed to know about it?”
“God, I really fucking hate you.” Her face was contorted with rage. Had she really not moved past this for over ten years?
Who was I to talk?
I hadn’t moved on either apparently.
“I told you, Clover. Hate is just one kiss away from love.”
“Yeah, well I’ve been there, done that and got the fucking scars to prove it. Now leave me alone.” She finally succeeded in snatching her hand away from me and turned and marched away.
I smiled. Even after all these years, she could still hold her own in a fight, and I was surprised that it still made my dick hard. It was very, very dangerous for me to still feel this way for her… especially if my father was set on this war.
Oh, Cait.
The last thing I was going to do was leave her alone.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cait
Holy Fuck.
Seeing him again hit me like a hurricane.
I’d been bracing for it for a while. I knew it would happen at some point, but I had not been prepared for the ferocity of it.
I thought I’d battened down the hatches. I thought it would be impossible for him to make me crack… but he’d destroyed everything I’d been rebuilding for ten years in a single second.
I sagged against the door of Bree’s apartment, gasping to catch my breath. People needed help down there, but right now, I was struggling to keep my cool.
How could he do this? Just show up, unannounced…
I had a flight booked for the day before he was supposed to return home from his Mongolian adventure. I’d be writing until the end of April, and then I’d return home the day after he started his trip to Canada.
The system had been working.
For years, I’d found ways to find out about his comings and goings from one of the men without arousing suspicion. For years, I’d found convenient, believable excuses to leave New York for the time he was scheduled to be here. Cullen and Bree were too caught up in their own pursuits that they hadn’t noticed Aidan and I hadn’t been in the same room for a decade.
It had been working.
Why had he chosen now to fuck it all up?
I growled, clenching my fists.
I hadn’t meant to slap him. I wasn’t usually a violent person, but he seemed to bring out that side of me. His appearance had shocked me so much I didn’t know what else to do.
I wanted to make him bleed. I wanted to make him hurt the way he’d hurt me.
Selfish Prick!
I wished I could go back to the night I’d stopped him from running off to the Italians. I wished I’d let him do it.
No… you don’t mean that.
Thoughts like that weren’t exactly a way to get in good with the Karma gods.
