I will find you anywhere.”
“You stalking me?”
“It’s not stalking when you love someone.”
“You don’t have a clue what love is. I gave you everything and you shattered it into pieces. Betrayed and burned it.” I gritted my teeth, tasting bitterness. “There is only one thing I want from you now. Until then… fuck off, Becca, and stop calling me.”
I hit the button, growling as I shoved my cell back into my pocket. My frame vibrated with rage and pain.
“Fuck!” I hit the wall, hating how fast she could flip my mood. The power she still had over me roared fury under my skin like a volcano, ready to explode.
Rolling my fingers into balls, I squeezed until my bones cracked with the pressure. She was a reminder to never let someone crawl in so deep, to take everything from me, and crush my life in their hands as if it were a toy.
Taking a few more breaths, I tried to still the beast underneath, moving to Kinsley’s door, my fist pounding on it.
Several moments later she swung it open, halting the air in my lungs.
Yep, I was definitely in hell.
She wore a short black summer dress, with her long, shiny hair down and loose, sandals, and a layered necklace that dipped down past her breasts. Simple, but she looked breathtaking, stealing all of my air. Which pissed me off.
Kinsley was my friend’s sister. A little brat I knew a long time ago. She did not have any power over me, and the stupid slip-up between us was just that. Stupid mistake.
“Ready?” she asked briskly and brushed past me, slamming her door.
Someone was in a mood as well.
Twisting to follow her, I groaned inwardly.
Like her tank the other night, the dress was backless… sans bra.
Damn! Life was out to torment and punish me.
“This one will level you.”
No. She wouldn’t.
I wouldn’t let anyone do that to me again.
Chapter 15
Kinsley
The sun had long since been down, but the heat still throbbed off the cobble streets, the thick air whispering down my neck, circling me like a seductress. I had only been here a day, but I had already fallen in love with it.
The day of being alone with Smith had gone better than I thought. I had focused on the sights, my resentment at him fading slightly.
Until my sister called.
“Why aren’t you here yet?” she huffed over the phone.
“Kase, you know I’m not getting there till Tuesday.” The wedding fell on the Saturday after I arrived, rehearsal dinner on Friday. My Wednesday and Thursday were already taken up with bridesmaid duties. I really did like Amie; she was like another sister now. But I kind of wished she left me out of the party. She had so many friends who would kill for my spot, but out of obligation, she asked me. Her bridal party was crazy, something like ten girls. A party of ex-cheerleaders, prom queens, and school presidents who all went to school together. I again felt like the girl photoshopped in who didn’t really belong. Would they even miss me?
“You better be ready the moment you arrive. There is still so much to do. Amie’s order from my flower shop is killing me. I need you here, Kins.”
“Tuesday. All yours.” I pushed the cell to my ear with my shoulder, strapping on my nicer sandals. Smith had said dress a little nicer. I didn’t have much, but thought my backless cotton dress worked well. Casual, but still had the back that made it a bit sexier.
I didn’t care if Smith liked it, but who knew what cute guys would be at the bar tonight. This place was full of opportunities and bad decisions.
“Soooo?” Kasey’s tone told me exactly where this conversation had turned to. “How’s my future husband?”
“You know how psychotic you sound, right? You haven’t seen him in nine years.”
“Doesn’t matter. I feel I could see him in twenty, and we’d still have that thing. Just the few times we’ve communicated, I could feel the chemistry sizzling still. I’m telling you, Kins, he is the one.”
“You can feel the chemistry through a text, really?” I replied dryly.
“Oh, we’ve also talked on the phone.”
“What?” My body bolted upright, my hand grabbing my cell.
“Oh my god, is his voice sexy. Reminds me of an actor… can’t recall the name. But so deep and sexy. He got me wet with just a few words.”
“You talked to him?” Smith said she texted him, not called. Was he secretly playing with us both?
He’s not playing