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Dani -- Bolt
Iawokethe next morning with the cloudy sense that even though sleep had overtaken me, I hadn’t rested. Groggy, still wearing my clothes from yesterday, my makeup long-since cried off, I was way out of whack, even though I’d checked out for thenight.
Red-eyed, dehydrated, and restless, with rat’s nest hair, I surveyed myroom.
Empty.
But there was a warm, solid man curled up around me, his pretty head on a spare pillow. The villainhimself.
Heat flushed through my body, the heat of anger. I bit at mycheek.
I knew onething.
There was no way my brother would have joined the army and been killed if it weren’t for TrentMilner.
Fucker.
I cracked my knuckles and yanked off the blanket he’d used as acover.
“What are you still doinghere?”
He sat up with a bolt and rubbed his eyes. “What?”
“Get. Out.” Ihissed.
“Dani,” he said sleepily. “It’s not what you think. I’m sorry, I fell asleep. Jet lag. I just didn’t think you should be byyourself.”
God, he looked sexy with bedhead. God, I didn’t want him to go. I wanted him holding me. But no, he was the cause of all of my problems. “Leave,” I said, and pointed to thedoor.
“Dani,” he said, soothingly, standing up and leaning against the edge of the bed. “I know you’re going through a lot rightnow—”
“And that’s why I want yougone.”
Dammit, I always likedyou.
Something behind his eye constricted, and his voice came out calm and patient. “Babe. Wait aminute.”
Absolutelynot.
I bared my teeth, my nostrils flared, and I curled my lips. “No, Trent Milner, you wait a minute. I saw your name on the roster, and I thoughtno way. I was so excited to see you. And you come to Spain and have theballsto show up in my classroom on the first day of class and tell me my brother died. How do you think I can takethat?”
He shut his eyes and opened them with a deep breath. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right, but will youlisten?”
The anguish behind them was palpable. I felt it. And I had to push thataside.
“No. This is my place, and I want you out. I want you out of my classroom, too.” It shot an arrow in my gut to say that, but if he stayed around I wouldn’t survive. One day was enough. I wasn’t doing this for the next twomonths.
He’d taken off his belt to sleep, and his jeans slung low on his narrowhips.
If I just yanked, I could push them down and get tothe—
No.
I hate you because you killed mybrother.
To be fair, he didn’t really kill Degan, but close enough. Still hisfault.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll let you be for today, but I’m taking your class. I’ll be back in there on Wednesday. And I’m going to check up on you, too. Make sure you’resafe.”
