That way, you can have someone tail them and get that pic. Not that it matters. I want to talk to this Sorenson guy face to face, set it up.”
“Will do, sir, goodnight.” I hung up the phone and looked back down the hallway towards the nursery. I’m convinced, as is Jeremy that we’d picked the tail up at her place. Who the hell would have a PI following her, and for what reason? The thought of her being in some kind of danger was daunting, and then I thought of my son, and my blood ran cold, then hot.
I turned to go back to her. She’s going to tell me once and for all what the fuck happened two years ago to send her fleeing from my life. If I don’t like what she has to say, I’ll strangle her ass.
Calen
Once again, I found myself coming up short in the doorway. This time it was because of the way she’d fallen asleep in the chair with our son held safely in her arms. There were tear tracks on her face that I knew were most likely there because of me. I didn’t like the way that made me feel, so I was more than a little rough when I woke her up.
I shook her shoulder, making sure not to jar my son, and she came awake with a start. “Get up, put him down; we need to talk.” I left the room with no doubt that she’d do my bidding and waited outside in the hallway until she joined me. “Outside!” I might end up yelling at her, and I didn’t want to wake Junior if it came to that.
She followed me out to the garden wordlessly with her head down, and I gritted my teeth. This shit was beginning to grate on my nerves. When we first met, I found her shyness cute, even sexy. But now that I know that that shit was just a lure to draw me in, seeing her like this makes me want to slam her into the fucking wall.
There’s no way on earth I’ll ever believe in that shit again. No one as innocent as she pretended to be could’ve done the shit she did to me. So she was a virgin the first time we fucked, so what? She could’ve been saving that shit for the highest bidder; she wouldn’t be the first. Women have been selling their virginity for centuries.
I calmed down enough to look back at her without the urge to do murder. “Tell me, why did you leave here with my child inside of you? Mom seems to think you might have a legit reason; I personally think you’re just a conniving bitch who took me for what you wanted and bounced. So let’s hear it.”
If I hadn’t been watching her, I wouldn’t have seen the different emotions that once again flitted across her face. Fear, dread, remorse, resignation, and then…anger. She turned and headed for the door. “Oh no, you fucking don’t.” I didn’t mean to touch her. Never had any intentions of ever doing that shit again.
But without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her arm to keep her from walking away; her soft, warm arm. Like some Elizabethan jackass, that was all that it took. That, and the fact that she had the nerve to walk away from me in the face of my anger. “How dare you?” I’d pulled her back around, and we were now facing each other, both of us breathing hard and fast.
I know why I was breathing like that, but what was her excuse? What the fuck does she have to be angry about? I would’ve let her go, at least release her arm. But she had the audacity to glare up at me defiantly. Not even when we were on our best terms could she get away with that shit. “Oh, you wanna play?”
Don’t do it, Calen. That little voice in my head was ringing the alarm, but it was too damn late for that. I’d treated her with kid gloves before, pandered to her shy as fuck scared of the world nature, and look where that got me. I pushed her back against the garden wall and towered over her, giving her one last chance to wipe that look off her face, and the fool had the nerve to defy me with the same damn look again.
I dropped her arm and wrapped my hand around her throat, tilting