Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 129681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Sympathy crushed my heart. Because I remembered—remembered the words he’d whispered to Eden.
Thank you for seeing him for who he is and not what he’s done.
Grief swam in my spirit.
His wife hadn’t seen that in him. And God, I could feel myself slipping into places I couldn’t go.
Jud’s hand curled over mine, and he ran his palm up and down the back of my hand, as if the motion offered comfort.
Respite.
Reprieve.
I wanted to be that for him.
Then he clamped it down tight as if I could keep him from floating away while the brittle words crumbled from his mouth. “She took our one-year-old daughter with her, Salem. She took her, and I never saw her again.”
Air streaked into my lungs.
Hot and thin.
Agony crushed down. A pain I knew all too well. I fought it. Refused it. The rush of tears that wanted to flee. But this wasn’t about me.
I hugged him tighter like I could be his rock when I’d never been so certain I could be a stumbling stone.
“That’s why I freaked out when I saw Juni. It just…hurt so fuckin’ much. Here was this little girl who’s so close to the same age as my daughter. My daughter who I don’t know. All I know is she’s got black hair and the cutest damned laugh, and she left a crater in me so deep and wide that it can’t ever be filled. I shouldn’t even have you here, Salem. Not for a fuckin’ minute should I get the grace of touching you. But I need you to understand why. It isn’t you or your kid. It’s me. It’s always me.”
“I’m so sorry, Jud.”
He kind of shrugged, attempted a smile that didn’t land. “And I’m just the fool who keeps trying to be better. Doing what’s right. Hoping one day…”
He trailed off at the very second we both realized what he was getting ready to say.
He was waiting for them to come back.
Who said anything about love?
Rejection burned a hole through the middle of me.
God, I was such a fool. So reckless.
But that’s the way he made me, and I didn’t know how to stop it.
I eased off him, no chance of hiding the way I shook.
I turned my face away as I reached for where my underwear and skirt were pooled on the floor, held back the hysterical laughter that wanted to burst from my throat.
The incredulous disbelief that was fully directed at myself.
Because how could I blame him for that?
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t.
And still, this stupid want burned. My body alive and my heart invested.
I slipped my clothes on while I felt Jud climb to stand behind me.
His presence powerful.
His pants rustled as he resituated them on his hips and zipped them up. Warily, I peeked at him.
He was standing facing away, and I clipped off a gasp when I saw the expanse of his back for the first time.
It was covered in tattoos, as well, though beneath the designs the skin was gnarled and puckered and pink.
As if the man had been burned alive.
A strangled cry clawed up my throat, and I pushed my hand to my mouth to try to cover it.
Jud stiffened when he heard it. When he realized where I was staring.
Trembling like I’d been zapped by a live current, I pushed to standing. My footsteps were unsure, faint as I slipped that way. With a jittering hand, I reached out and traced the marred flesh.
Jud shivered beneath it.
“You deserve someone to see you for who you are and not what you’ve done.” I whispered the truth of what he’d spoken earlier tonight.
God, I wanted it for him.
I cared.
And maybe that made me the biggest fool of all.
When he looked back at me, I saw the sadness that held his expression. “Tried so hard to be worthy of that.”
Jud shifted around, edged in closer. “Thing is, if you saw the ugly parts, you’d go running, too.”
He caressed my cheek. “Maybe that’s exactly what you should do. Problem is how fuckin’ bad I want to keep you.”
All of it felt like a warning.
An omen.
A prophecy.
Then he cracked a grin like he hadn’t cut himself wide open. “Come on, let’s get that sweet ass home. Told you I’d give you a ride. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t come through?”
Right.
Friend.
I kept my focus on my feet as I moved for my shoes while Jud snagged his shirt from the floor and redressed, not sure I could handle anything more.
Worried this gravity would finally consume me.
I needed space, and so did he.
It’d become strikingly clear neither of us were in the position for this.
So, we ignored the connection that groaned. Pretended like what we’d shared hadn’t meant much to either of us.
We were nothing but feigned, forged smiles as we moved back through his loft and eased downstairs. But rather than him leading me to his bike where he parked it in his personal bay across the shop, he led me to the pickup parked beside it. He clicked the locks, and we climbed in as the garage door lifted behind us.