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I swallowed, glad the towel was thick enough that he couldn’t see the way my nipples went hard the second he touched me.
“Just so you are aware, the walls are quite thin.” He whispered and I felt my cheeks heat as I turned to glare at him.
“So you got to hear and see the show. Lucky you.” I spat and he smiled, lifting my wet hair from my neck.
“You would never have to fake it with me. You would never need to finish yourself off in the shower either because I would make it my mission to ensure you screamed with pleasure until you couldn’t take anymore.” He crooned before he let me go and disappeared into one of the spare rooms.
I stared after him, not sure how to feel. He knew I faked it. He also watched me finish.
The Beau I knew had done everything in his power to make me hate him, to remind me that I was just one of the guys and he needed a woman.
But this Beau looked at me like he had been told he could have an all-you-can-eat buffet.
I hurried back to my room, trying not to overanalyze it. I’m sure it was just another game to him, another way to make me feel like shit and I had no intention of letting Beau Daley break my heart again.
Dinner had been awkward. William and Beau ate and left for their rooms as quickly as they could and Damien was talking to Mama about her paintings like he was some kind of art collector.
I had excused myself to take a walk, needing to clear my head after the heated glances Beau kept sending my way.
When he had finished his food and stood, saying he needed to take a cold shower to wash the day off, and stared at me a little too long, I had enough.
I stomped out of the house and was currently leaning against the fence to the paddock with the working horses, watching their shadows in the moonlight.
“You never quite get used to the silence. It can drive you mad if you let it.” A voice said and I turned to see the source.
Wyatt.
His accent was thick and sexy as hell. It was so unusual compared to the Aussie twang, the way the syllables rolled from his tongue conjuring images of cowboys in the south who still had manners.
“Some would say I am already mad,” I said quietly and he chuckled.
“Darlin', ain’t one of us alive who isn’t a little bit mad. That’s what makes life interesting.” He said as he leaned against the fence post, watching me.
The way he said Darlin sent shivers down my spine and heat pooling in my core. I guess I hadn’t taken much of an edge off after all.
“It can't be easy, dealing with the weight of decisions you have now.” He said quietly and I glanced at him, taking in the thick muscle of his arms, the broad shape of his shoulders, and the way his eyes pinched.
“You say that like you have had to make decisions that weighed on you,” I said and he laughed, the sound bitter.
“You could say that. I was the cause of those hard decisions to others.” He looked at me, the moonlight casting shadows over his face.
“Did you want to talk? Sometimes a stranger is easier to talk to than those you know.” He said and I smiled.
“Thanks but I’m not the talking type anymore.” I said and he grunted in acknowledgement.
“I don’t know what you are running from, darlin, but it won’t be found in the things that claim to take the pain away.” His voice was kind, and gentle and held a hint of knowing.
“What makes you think I am running from something?” I asked.
“You got the look about you. I recognize the demons that haunt you. A pretty young thing like yourself shouldn’t throw her life away on things that don’t take the pain. All it does is mask it.” He said and wondered how he knew.
“How would you know what takes away the pain?” I spat, feeling defensive. He sighed and when he looked at me, I didn’t need to see his face to recognize the demons that I saw in my own.
“I did my time, paid for my sins and now I am free. An addict will always be an addict, it just depends on what we fill the void with. For me, it used to be drugs and alcohol. Now it is hard work and exercise.” He said with a smile.
“I’m no addict,” I said and he nodded.
“Not yet. But if you keep running from your past, you will be. Don’t know what happened to make you feel so desperate, but the healing only comes when we face it head-on.” His words echoed through my soul, touching a nerve that threatened to pull me under.
