Page 18 of Property of Stone
Say what you have to say and go. You are way out of your element here.
She awkwardly threw her hands up at her sides and grimaced. “Remember me?”
With pursed lips, his narrowed gaze slowly and thoroughly slid over her. “Since I ended up in a concrete box for over a year with no wet pussy and only my dry fuckin’ fist, yeah. Hard toforget you.”
She could safely assume he wasn’t joking. “That’s why I’m here.”
“For what? Can’t get that fuckin’ time back.”
Shit.Her apology would never fix that.
“I wanted to thank—” The look he shot her made her swallow the rest. She pressed her lips together and once again glanced down the hallway in the direction the women had disappeared. “Well, since you’re busy…”
“Done bein’ busy.”
“I’m sure you have other things to…do,” she finished weakly. “I’ll give you your privacy. I only came here to thank you for intervening. And apologize for your arrest.”
He snorted and shook his head.
Now that she did what she came to do, it was time to follow Patch’s advice andskedaddle. “Well, it was…uh…nice…meeting you.”
He snorted again. “Really?”
Taryn blinked. “Really, what?”
“Said was it nice meeting me. Why was it nice?”
Nobody had ever pressed her on that pleasantry before. She wasn’t sure how to answer. “Uh…”
“Don’t gotta feed me bullshit. Know you’re only here ‘cause of your guilt.”
He nailed it. She felt horrible when he got arrested and ended up doing time on her behalf. She’d actually spent plenty of sleepless nights over it.
“Again, I only wanted to thank you for stepping in and stopping Vic from?—”
“Beatin’ the fuck outta you? Shoulda stepped in earlier.”
“You didn’t have to get involved at all, but you did. Unlike other witnesses.”
“Buncha fuckin’ pussies.”
Okay, then.“Anyway, I said what I came here to say and now I need to go.”
When Taryn turned to escape, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “Don’t gotta leave.”
Was he using the hand he just had down his pants? “I think I do. Patch was right when he said I don’t belong here.”
“Like a broken fuckin’ clock, that fucker’s right twice a damn day.” He turned to face her. “Said you don’t belong here. Where do you belong? With that asshole?”
“No.” More like,hell no.If she didn’t share a child with Vic, she’d never want to deal with him again.
He jerked his chin toward the hallway where she had come in. “Let’s go.”
If he planned on escorting her to the door, she’d gladly go with him.
As he set off down the long corridor, he groaned and pressed tattooed fingers to his temple.
“Hangover?” she asked as she followed behind him.
