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it I could have married any other girl in this town.”
She jerked away from him and for the first time loosened her chokehold on emotions long suppressed. She was so used to pushing away any memories of Brooks it had become a habit of denial. Deny she ever loved a boy named Brooks Hawking, deny how much it hurt knowing he married another woman so soon after she left. She came back to White Mist expecting Brooks to be married. She braced herself for that. Finding him divorced hadn’t factored into her thoughts. The anguish she felt ten years ago when she found out he married someone else was a wound she hadn’t recovered from and as she faced him now, fury spewed like a geyser inside of her.
“You did. You married Allison.”
He came face to face with her. “Do you know how many times I wished she was you?”
She shoved him so hard he staggered back. It was a testament to how much she tamped down all these years that she came after him and kept pushing, slapping and shoving until she backed him into a wall.
“You think that’s supposed to make me feel better, knowing you married another woman while you still loved me? Do you want me to feel guilty?” she shouted. “Excuse me if I don’t fall at your feet because you feel something for me today. You supposedly loved me then and made someone else your wife. Since you have feelings why don’t you do the same thing and put some ring on another woman’s finger and screw her and think of me!”
Brooks grabbed her and hauled her up against him, grabbing her jaw with a calloused hand and kissed her. She bit him. He jerked back, his lip bleeding and his eyes dilated with desire and fury.
“God, you make me crazy. You’re everything I don’t want in a woman but you’re the only one that makes me feel like this. What the hell did you expect me to do when you left? You thought I’d be a monk and pine for you for ten years and wait until you decided to come back?”
She turned her head and bit the pad of his thumb. He cursed and jerked his hand away from her jaw.
“I don’t want to feel this way!” he hissed.
“Neither do I! You’re an asshole!”
“I wish it wasn’t you.”
“It doesn’t have to be! As soon as I go back to my mom’s I’m packing-”
“Dammit Regan! Running away isn’t the answer! Can’t you see that?” Brooks shouted.
She glared up at him, so furious she balled her swollen fist. When she went to swing he ducked and swung her over his shoulder and tossed her on the couch and straddled her in a repeat of his position this morning. He pinned her hands above her head and they sneered at one another, breathing hard. Brooks was always so cool, so matter of fact and now… She was fascinated with the emotion on his face, the way his body quivered above hers. Even when she said no to his proposal all those years ago he’d asked “why not?” in a voice as calm and reasonable as his father’s. That boy was gone. In his place was a man who wouldn’t politely step aside if she asked him to.
“I’m not running away. There’s nothing for me here!” Regan snapped.
“If you think that why did you come back?”
Regan snapped her mouth shut. She didn’t have an answer to that. Although his fury still hung in the air the hand that brushed over her forehead, down her cheek and the curve of her throat was caressing and infinitely gentle. Goosebumps erupted over her skin and his mouth curved. He tucked her into the back of the couch so she lay flat and he was on his side facing her. She closed her eyes because she was lightheaded with emotion and memories.
“This can’t be happening,” she whispered.
His hand brushed over her face, making her feel achingly alive and yet so relaxed she teetered on the edge of sleep. The rage dissipated, leaving her numb and exhausted once more. She had never had this with any of the men she’d been with. She was human enough to want a man in her life but it never lasted. To come back to White Mist
She jerked away from him and for the first time loosened her chokehold on emotions long suppressed. She was so used to pushing away any memories of Brooks it had become a habit of denial. Deny she ever loved a boy named Brooks Hawking, deny how much it hurt knowing he married another woman so soon after she left. She came back to White Mist expecting Brooks to be married. She braced herself for that. Finding him divorced hadn’t factored into her thoughts. The anguish she felt ten years ago when she found out he married someone else was a wound she hadn’t recovered from and as she faced him now, fury spewed like a geyser inside of her.
“You did. You married Allison.”
He came face to face with her. “Do you know how many times I wished she was you?”
She shoved him so hard he staggered back. It was a testament to how much she tamped down all these years that she came after him and kept pushing, slapping and shoving until she backed him into a wall.
“You think that’s supposed to make me feel better, knowing you married another woman while you still loved me? Do you want me to feel guilty?” she shouted. “Excuse me if I don’t fall at your feet because you feel something for me today. You supposedly loved me then and made someone else your wife. Since you have feelings why don’t you do the same thing and put some ring on another woman’s finger and screw her and think of me!”
Brooks grabbed her and hauled her up against him, grabbing her jaw with a calloused hand and kissed her. She bit him. He jerked back, his lip bleeding and his eyes dilated with desire and fury.
“God, you make me crazy. You’re everything I don’t want in a woman but you’re the only one that makes me feel like this. What the hell did you expect me to do when you left? You thought I’d be a monk and pine for you for ten years and wait until you decided to come back?”
She turned her head and bit the pad of his thumb. He cursed and jerked his hand away from her jaw.
“I don’t want to feel this way!” he hissed.
“Neither do I! You’re an asshole!”
“I wish it wasn’t you.”
“It doesn’t have to be! As soon as I go back to my mom’s I’m packing-”
“Dammit Regan! Running away isn’t the answer! Can’t you see that?” Brooks shouted.
She glared up at him, so furious she balled her swollen fist. When she went to swing he ducked and swung her over his shoulder and tossed her on the couch and straddled her in a repeat of his position this morning. He pinned her hands above her head and they sneered at one another, breathing hard. Brooks was always so cool, so matter of fact and now… She was fascinated with the emotion on his face, the way his body quivered above hers. Even when she said no to his proposal all those years ago he’d asked “why not?” in a voice as calm and reasonable as his father’s. That boy was gone. In his place was a man who wouldn’t politely step aside if she asked him to.
“I’m not running away. There’s nothing for me here!” Regan snapped.
“If you think that why did you come back?”
Regan snapped her mouth shut. She didn’t have an answer to that. Although his fury still hung in the air the hand that brushed over her forehead, down her cheek and the curve of her throat was caressing and infinitely gentle. Goosebumps erupted over her skin and his mouth curved. He tucked her into the back of the couch so she lay flat and he was on his side facing her. She closed her eyes because she was lightheaded with emotion and memories.
“This can’t be happening,” she whispered.
His hand brushed over her face, making her feel achingly alive and yet so relaxed she teetered on the edge of sleep. The rage dissipated, leaving her numb and exhausted once more. She had never had this with any of the men she’d been with. She was human enough to want a man in her life but it never lasted. To come back to White Mist
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