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She shrugs but once again says nothing.
“Are you upset about something?” I move closer, the urge to stroke that damn fiery hair almost impossible to resist. It’s like candlelight. Stunning and sexy as hell. But I say nothing, just waiting to see what she says.
Her pale blue eyes lift but for the first time, it’s like there’s nothing there.
Her shoulders lift. “What could I possibly be upset about? You’ve been incredibly nice to me.”
I want to scream that that’s not enough. I should be taking care of her every damn day. Should be figuring out what to do to keep her here. To get her to admit she doesn’t want to leave.
Because I sure as hell don’t want her to leave. I rub my chest when I watch her stand up and drop the cards onto the coffee table without looking at me then turn and walk out of the room, closing the bedroom door behind her.
Just like that, I know whatever I felt for her, whatever she felt for me, it has to be over. For both our sakes.
CHAPTERSEVEN
TREATY
The tripback to town with the sheriff is quiet. He smiled at me and then helped me into the big SUV he drives. Then he asked me when he got in if I was comfortable.
“Of course,” I say tonelessly.
“Let’s get you home. I’m gonna stop by the clinic to make sure that the stitches Jude had to give you are okay.”
“I feel fine. Not even a tiny pull.”
“I’ll just feel better to get it looked at.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I stare out the window, remembering what I left for Jude on his pillow. A note and a crystal that was in my backpack.
Selenite to open his third eye and give him peace and calm. He always seems so tense. It also clears confusion and helps long-term memory.
I hope it helps him remember me because I’m not sure I’ll ever forget him.
We reach the clinic in town quickly and he helps me out of the big car. I’m so short that I almost have to jump down.
I wobble when my feet hit the ground, but I force myself to focus and stand tall. The doctor and nurse are standing at the door since it’s still early. It’s barely seven in the morning and they must have had to open up special for me.
They take me to an exam room and after taking the bandage off, the doctor touches it gently and nods before he cleans it and then covers it again.
“Very nice. Jude did an amazing job.” It feels like my heart hurts when he says the man’s name.
“Thank you. Can I go home now?” I gather my sweater around me and the sheriff nods, his eyes searching mine.
“Sure. I’ll take you right now.”
He helps me back into the car with a prescription for an antibiotic which I told the sheriff I didn’t need to get. I’ve got that and painkillers at home. I’ll be fine.
But when he drops me off and I watch the car drive away, alone for the first time in days, I don’t feel fine. It takes everything in me not to cry.
But I lift my head up and stalk up to my door. I don’t need anybody. Especially not a man.
The house is still and quiet when I open the door and step inside. It’s a big farmhouse with a huge wrap-around porch and a big old kitchen that I love.
I set my backpack down on the ground and sigh when I feel my body start to unwind.
But it feels so damn echoing and coldly quiet. I walk to my bedroom up the stairs after picking up my backpack again and open my door, drop the bag, and then go to the bed, falling into it. My eyes lock on the ceiling and I close my eyes, seeing Jude’s olive-green gaze laughing at something I said, glaring at me when he got pissed and just giving me the gentle, soft look that I caught once or twice.
Tears trickle down my cheeks and I wipe them away after a minute, sighing and sitting up.
