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“Get out,” hesaid.
I didn’t move. Instead, I bit mylip.
I didn’t realize I’d done it until his gaze dropped to my lips, then flicked back up to my eyes. His eyes darkened and a slow, aching minute passed betweenus.
If he was any other man, I might’ve thought he was turnedon.
As it was… he looked kind ofdisgusted.
The rain pattered down on the truck, encasing us inside, and yeah; it was just like I was eighteen and he was twenty-three all over again, sitting in his truck in the rain—except that day, he wasn’t telling me to leave. He was asking—no,beggingme tostay.
But back then, Brody didn’t hateme.
Now…?
I couldn’t blame him for being mad at me. I’d expected things to be difficult between us. I did not expectthis.
I did not expecthate.
But it was definitely hatred I saw in his eyes. Pure, ice-cold loathing, with a hefty side of revulsion andresentment.
And Brody Mason hating me? No amount of preparation could’ve helped me with this. Even if I’d told him everything I thought I might tell him, my harrowing confession… I didn’t think he’d hate me. I thought he’d like me less, and that was bad enough—bad enough to keep megonefor six-and-a-half years. I couldn’t even imagine how hard it would be to come crashing down off the pedestal he’d put me on so many years ago… but I knew it wouldn’t feel good. I knew it would bepainful.
But this? This was purehell.
“Are you getting out,” he asked in that stone-cold voice, “or do I have to drag youout?”
Um…no.
That would not benecessary.
Mostly because the thought of him putting his hands on me right now, in any way, was making my clit throb, because apparently, pissed off Brody turned me on about as much as he scared me. Because I was screwed up likethat.
Yeah; purehell.
“I’m here,” I managed. “I’m here for the wedding,okay?”
“Believe it when I fucking seeit.”
“So you’re just kidnapping me, is thatit?”
“I’d call it damage control, but if that’s what you wanna call it,” he said, “go right the fuckahead.”
Then he opened his door and stepped out into therain.
“I’m sorry,” I said to his back. Because I couldn’t think of anything else he might want to hear from me rightnow.
He looked at me but he didn’t say a thing. He just slammed the door. I watched him stalk over to a big, dark-haired man who’d appeared on the sidewalk in front of therestaurant.
Oh, Jesus.Jude.
This wasserious.
My brother’s best friend and the head of Dirty’s security team, Jude was pretty much permanently glued to my brother’s side. If he was here to accompany us to Jesse’s wedding, they really were afraid I mightbail.
There was no way I was getting out ofthis.
Never mind that I’d actually been looking forward to the ridiculously long drive across the island, the time on solid ground to acclimate to being home and to prepare myself for two days at a remote resort withBrody.
