He remembered himself then he reminded her, “You were leaving.”
She didn’t leave. She took another step forward, tipped her ear toward her shoulder but jutted her face slightly toward him and peered up at him, examining his features.
This, too, was cute.
While he was dealing with that, her soft voice came at him. “Did you love her?”
“You know the answer to that,” he returned immediately and she did. Everyone did. Chace Keaton made it abundantly clear how he felt about his wife and not only just to his wife.
She righted her head on her shoulders and advised, “Maybe you should talk to someone about, uh… what you’re feeling.”
“You volunteering for that?” Chace asked and his tone was cutting.
She didn’t even blink before she offered, “If you like.”
“No offense, Faye, but the person I pick to lay the f**ked up shit in my head on is not gonna be a woman who breathes and eats and works but lives in a fantasy world. You can’t handle your own life, which is a good life, far’s I can see, without escaping. No f**kin’ way you can handle the shit I got in my head.”
It was an ass**le remark but it worked. Her shoulders slumped slightly and she took a step back.
“I’m just trying to be nice,” she pointed out the obvious.
“What would be nice is if you’d haul your ass back up the trail and leave me be.”
She didn’t move. Not for long moments.
Then she leaned slightly into him and said gently, “I don’t think you should be left be. I think you’re dealing with something heavy, you’re obviously doing it alone.” She threw a mitten-covered hand out to indicate the area, “You need to unload it, Chace.”
Christ.
Fuck.
Christ.
That voice, quiet, gentle, so f**king sweet saying his name, her eyes soft on him.
Fuck.
Better than he could have imagined.
Better than he ever could have dreamed.
And not his.
Never to be his.
Which meant finally hearing her say his name was torture.
“All right,” he started, “I’ve been trying to be nice –”
Her head jerked and she cut him off, her tone surprised, and again, Christ, f**king cute, “You have?”
“Yeah,” he fired back. “I have and you’ll know I have when I say, Miz Goodknight, I do not want your concern. I don’t want your listening ear. I don’t want your company. What I want is for you to walk your fat ass up the trail and leave me the f**k alone.”
He watched her body lock and her pale face in the moonlight become even paler.
This lasted less than half a second before she turned on her boot and ran from the clearing. She did it so fast, he could see the midnight shadow of her long hair streaming behind her even after she’d left the clearing and hit the trail.
Chace Keaton’s eyes didn’t leave the trail for a long while after she’d disappeared.