Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“She doesn’t usually swear,” Sam noted.
“Picked up on that. Think she’s picturing me?” I questioned, my voice lowering. Every time she slammed the door, my heart felt the impact.
“Probably.” She shrugged, then sighed, watching her friend.
“I never meant to hurt her.”
“Guys like you never do.”
“Know a lot of guys like me?” I challenged, still staring at the woman I couldn’t get out of my head.
“A few.” She huffed.
“Is she going to be all right? Have you seen her do this before?” God, I wanted to wrap my arms around Morgan, but I somehow doubted she’d let me comfort her when I was the one who’d hurt her in the first place.
“Open the door or rage out her feelings?” Sam questioned.
“The feelings. I know all about the door.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw her look at me like I might not be as stupid as she first thought. “Huh. I’m glad. And no, I’ve never seen her lose her shit like this. She usually shoves it all inside for fear of hurting someone else with her own feelings. She’s an expert emotional masochist.”
I watched Morgan rage, seeing it differently with that knowledge. “So, while she obviously hates me, at least it’s good that she’s letting it out.”
Morgan screamed out her hatred with another slam, proving my point.
“Did she have an anxiety attack when you told her that you’re a pilot?”
“No. She yelled. A lot. But no anxiety attack that I could tell.”
Sam sighed in obvious relief. “Then I’d call that tantrum over there progress, and we’re just going to wait over here and let that fire burn itself out.”
“God, she’s so pissed at me.” I shoved my hands into my pockets.
“Yeah, she is.”
“How could you do this to me? You made me fall for you!” Morgan’s voice was turning hoarse from screaming.
I sucked in a ragged breath. She’d fallen for me? That had to be a good thing, right? That meant I had a shot.
“You let me think we had a chance, and then you yanked the rug! You kissed me, and you told me I was beautiful! You told me we’d try! You promised we’d finally be together, and then you fucking left me! How could you do that to me? How could you die for them and not live for me? I hate you! You ruined my life! I loved you, and you ruined me!”
Nausea gripped me hard and fast.
“I don’t think you’re the one she’s picturing anymore,” Sam said softly, squeezing my arm to pull the sting from her words. “Why don’t you head home? I’ll take care of her.”
“I don’t want to leave her.” Not like he had. Morgan needed to know that I wasn’t the guy who walked away.
“That wasn’t a suggestion. Go home, Jax. Give her a little space to wrap her head around what you told her. If you can’t tell, the last flyboy she fell for shattered her into a million little pieces, and she’s still trying to put herself back together.” She squeezed my arm again. “Go. You can’t help her right now, and once she calms down and realizes she’s spent the better part of ten minutes screaming at a ghost and taking it out on his truck, she’s going to be even more embarrassed that you witnessed it.”
Logically, I knew she was right, but everything in my body rebelled at the thought of walking up my stairs. “I want her, Sam. We have something, and I’m not going to let her go without a fight.”
“Fight tomorrow, Jax. She’s engaged in a whole other battle right now.” She patted my arm and walked toward Morgan, who was still slamming that door like it had personally broken her heart.
I ripped my eyes from Morgan and headed for my house. Halfway up my stairs, the slamming stopped, and I turned to see Morgan fall into Sam’s arms. Fuck, I could hear her sobbing from here. The sound tore right through my ribs and raked giant gashes down my heart.
Sam looked at me over Morgan’s shoulder and shook her head.
I got the message. Locking every muscle in my body to avoid rushing to Morgan’s side, I stood silently and watched Sam lead her up the stairs and into her house. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I would go over and plead my case.
My footsteps felt heavy as I trudged up my steps, but I made it. I gave Morgan’s door a long, heavy look and then unlocked my own door, so flustered that it took me a couple tries to get the damned thing open.
I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and twisted the top off. All the alcohol in the world wouldn’t help this situation.
“It’s about time you got here. I’ve been waiting for ages.”