Page 67 of Duke

With my legs dangling over the side of the bed, I confess. “I used to watch the stars at night. Thinking our love was written in them. That our souls were made to be together. How else can you explain this crazy, instant need we have for each other? But then when I learned more about the past… I thought it’s too fucked up for us to be together.”

“Lust is like that. You’ll know if its love when all the shit settles and you find your way back to one another. I tell you one thing: You’ve fucked him up good. He’s at the club right now half-way into a bottle of JD. I haven’t seen him like this since he came back from Iraq.”

“I thought you didn’t do girl talk?”

“Shit,” he mutters tugging a hand through his slicked-back gray hair. “Don’t stay too long. We’ve been watching the place, but Zach is still out there. And please—either stay away from Duke or run back to him and never leave.”

“He’s hurt me more than I’ve hurt him.”

“Debatable.”

He turns to leave as quietly as he came. “Will?”

“Yeah?”

“Promise me something?”

“I don’t make promises sugar, not even to pretty young fillies like you.”

“Find out who killed her and make them pay.”

“Well… that’s a promiseI will make.”

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