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Which was ridiculous.
I released him like he’d burned me.
Because he had.
Cal had the power to make me short-circuit, to lose my head. And I had to figure out a work-around. Because he was my husband for the interim, and I couldn’t avoid him.
The problem was, maybe I didn’t want to. Because of his words . . . which might possibly match his actions.
That’s the wrong question, baby sister. The right question is: did I ever stop?
What did I do with that?
Chapter Thirteen
Cal
“Want lasagna for breakfast?”
I hadn’t said a word to Beau since we’d stood in my kitchen last night and she’d flung arrows of truth at close range. What I’d come up with now was pathetic, but the best I could do.
She stretched and yawned, my T-shirt she wore swallowing her whole. “No. I’m still stuffed.” She grimaced.
Last night, she’d made herself at home, rifling through my drawers until she found something that would do as pajamas. She’d used my toothbrush. And she’d crawled into my bed as if it were ours.
The smart thing to have done would’ve been to sleep on the couch.
But because I couldn’t resist being close to her, in the name of protection of course, I’d slid in beside her and had the best sleep since the last time she’d been in my bed.
No nightmares.
And I’d woken up draped over her, clutching her to me like a kid with a teddy bear.
I threw off the covers, desperate to get out of the bed before I did something stupid. Like touch her.
“You wanna shower first?” I asked gruffly. My tone was too harsh, like she was an annoyance. An inconvenience.
I was annoyed. But not at her. At myself.
I could still feel the way she’d clung to my shirt despite not having one on. And I could still see that tortured look in her eyes. She’d opened herself up to me. Let me see how much pain I’d caused her.
And I couldn’t stand it.
If I thought that bastard Davenport hurting her had made me insane with anger, it was a thousand times worse knowing I’d done it.
“Go ahead,” she said without looking at me.
I stalked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I shoved my flannel pajama pants off and stepped behind the curtain without waiting for the water to warm.
I hissed when the cold spray hit me but forced myself to duck my head under the water.
I was pissed off that I had to leave her today.
My family wasn’t the only one who’d had those black sedans watching their houses. There’d been one outside my place last night too. I hadn’t said anything about it to Beau, pretty sure she’d seen it too.
If I had to guess, it was still there.
Now that her brothers were aware of exactly what was going on, they’d watch out for her. Somehow that wasn’t good enough for me, but it would have to do.
