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She shakes her head, disappearing again, grumbling about how idiotic men are in general. I guess she has a lot of experience with fixing up Paddy after his fights. I’m in good hands.
Wishing I could call Serena again, just to make sure she’s okay, I don’t. The last thing I want to do is pressure her when she’s going through something. I wish I knew what that was, but she won’t tell me. Why would she? I’ve given her no reason to be able to trust me. I took what I wanted without really asking her if it was what she wanted too. I’m so used to it being easy. Not once in the last twenty years have I had to work for a woman to open her legs for me. They just do.
I guess that says a lot about me and the women I gravitate towards. But Serena has changed all of that. I hate myself for, let’s call a spade a spade here, raping her and not paying any attention to what she was saying to me. It was about me. It was about whatIwanted. And that is the most significant indicator of all that I’m a selfish dick who needs a time-out. Maybe this lesson that Quen has administered was needed to bring me down a notch or ten.
Grunting, I pick up my real phone when it beeps, shoving the burner under the covers out of sight.
It’s a text, but I can’t read it. My eyes won’t focus, so hoping it’s nothing important, I drop the phone on the bed and close my eyes against the dull ache in every single part of my body.
Chapter28
Serena
“Why hasn’t he called?”
I’ve asked this question a gazillion times.
Rue shrugs, clicking the remote, flicking through all the channels on the TV that she can find.
“You call him.”
“No. I don’t know what to say.”
“Then why do you want him to call you?”
“Fuck. This is ridiculous.”
“You’re telling me.”
I glare at her. “Go home then,” I grouse, trying to snatch the remote off her.
“Nope. I like it here. It’s like a vacation.”
Realizing something belatedly, I nudge her with my elbow. “We could go to your place, seeing as you live with Logan.”
“I don’t live with him. I live underneath him. By three floors.”
“Same thing.”
“Not exactly. But no. You need to be surrounded by your own things.”
“Don’t you want to go to work?”
“Nope. Taken this week off to stay with you.”
I sigh. She is the best friend a girl could have, but I’m climbing the walls, knowing it has everything to do with Logan.
But I still won’t call him. Diving into that well of uncertainty is not what my mind needs right now, even though my body is aching for him.
Rue places the remote down and faces me. “We need to talk about something.”
The blood drains from my face. “What is it?”
“Your uncle. He keeps showing up, so you need to speak to him, even if it’s just to get him to back off.”
“Oh.” I sit back and chew my fingernail, which annoys Rue to no end.
“Stop that. Your nails are a mess.”
