Just like that she turned and walked out of the room, her soft footsteps taking her up the stairs.
And Hawk rooted to the floor felt his heart wither to dust for hurting her.
He grabbed his jacket and did as she asked.
It was the least he could do for once.
To just go and leave her be.
He locked up and he rode with the voices inside his head for company.
It was always that way.
Just him and his self-loathing.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Cake isn’t the way to my heart. But it’s a good start.” - Gia
It was late. Gia should be sleeping, but there was no way she could shut down her brain. So, she sat on the spare bedroom floor and packed the rest of the things in there. Eight boxes later when everything was lugged down into the hallway she started on her bedroom and when that was done she did two loads of laundry.
And tried not to think about Hawk and what a jerk he was. She knew just the person to complain to.
Gia: Ugh. All guys are men shaped children!
Grace Kelly:Tell me something I don’t know. You know Silvio still hasn’t asked me out!
Grace Kelly:Your brooding man in particular?
Gia:Yeah. I threw him out. And you know you’re too good for that Italian.
Grace Kelly: LOL. Proud of you!
Gia:I’m going to miss you. Wish I could pack you in one of my boxes.
Grace Kelly: You know I’m visiting in a few months.
Grace Kelly:What did he do now?
Gia:It’s what he didn’t do.
Grace Kelly: Bang your brains out?
Gia:Exactly.
Gia:What’s wrong with me, Gracie?
Grace Kelly:Nothing! You’re in love with an extra broody guy. Girl, they’re high fucking maintenance. It’s his loss if he can’t pick his head from his ass and see what’s in front of him for the plucking.
Gia: I’m desperate to be plucked!
Grace Kelly:Forget him. Hook up with one of his biker dudes. Show the jerk he’s too late.
Grace Kelly: What’s that cute one’s name again? You showed me his pic with Rider.
Gia:LOL. That’s Grinder. He’s married.
Grace Kelly:Damn. That beard was fine. Imagine it on the inside of your thighs. *shiver*