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I turn my back on her and stride through the door.
Rose Jacobs doesn’t belong near me with her virgin skin any more than I belong near her with my stained hands. Those two worlds don’t mix. They couldn’t be farther apart if they tried. Like truth and lies. Justice and Revenge. Love and hate.Hard, cold, silver, and soft, sweet, flowers.
Nothing about us belongs near the other.
“Call Jasmin if you need anything again, okay?” I say over my shoulder.
“Dax?”
I turn and look straight into her clear blue eyes.
Fuck, why have I no willpower? I should be in the car driving away.
Her brow furrows as she stares at me. Seconds ago, she was in my arms. She feels the turn in atmosphere—the sudden change in me as my head takes over,damage limitation—that much is clear by the way her mouth is parted in a perfect O.
I’m sorry, Sunbeam. Don’t look at me like that.
I give her a tight smile, then climb into the Range Rover and drive away.
Chapter 9
Rose
Ifthewritersofthe dictionary need a new adjective for confusing, then they could put Dax Silver’s picture there. After the weird, but strangely comforting moment we shared at the cottage yesterday, he’s been avoiding me. Although, I can’t prove it. He could have been out for meetings all day, but it feels like he’s distancing himself from me on purpose.
I take a sip of my white wine and tune back into the conversation Jasmin and Logan are having. We’ve come out after work to have dinner. I couldn’t be more grateful that everyone else on the estate is lovely. And these two… I will miss them so much when I return to New York, because they have been my rocks since I arrived.
“You cannot be serious?” Jasmin grabs Logan’s phone from him, swiping through it.
“What?” I ask, wanting the distraction. Now it’s not just home and my own guilt taking over my head, but thoughts of Dax hot-and-cold Silver, too.
Jasmin rolls her eyes. “Logan thinks this is a good chat-up line.” She tilts the phone screen so I can read the messages between him andMissFoxyFarnham.
“Still using this dating app, then?” I lean forward, reading the exchange.
LoadedLogan31: When can I take you out?
MissFoxyFarnham: I’m seeing someone new. I’m about to delete this app.
LoadedLogan31: Don’t let a boyfriend ruin your chance of meeting your future husband.
“First of all, that name.” Jasmin throws her head back and laughs, her long dark waves falling down her back. “Loaded Logan?”
“What?” Logan stares at us both. “My name’s Logan Rich. So… rich… loaded, and also…” He arches one brow. “Loaded. You know what I mean?”
“Eww.” Jasmin straightens in her seat, her lip curling in distaste before holding a hand up. “No is all I am going to say about that. But secondly, Logan, that’s such a douchebag thing to say.”
“I thought it was quite witty,” he mumbles into his glass.
Jasmin rests her forearms on the table and leans toward him. “You’re telling me that if this girl says yes that you’d actually want to take her on a date? If she’s happy to cheat on her boyfriend, then she would do the same to you, you idiot.”
Logan frowns into his glass before placing it on the table and opening his mouth to speak.
“And don’t”—Jasmin holds up one finger—“say some shit about how she would be so satisfied by you she wouldn’t need to look elsewhere. Because I’m telling you, if a person cheats so easily with no regard to anyone else’s feelings, then they will always cheat. Won’t they, Rose?”
She turns to me, inclining her head to Logan.
“Yes,” I agree. “Absolutely. Cheating ruins everything. It’s vile and it’s selfish, and it wrecks lives.”
