Page 115 of When You Blush
When the server leaves, I plant my lips by her ear again. “Are you that greedy for my cock, sugar?”
“It’s been a week, Blake. Throw a girl a bone. Pun intended.”
I bark out a laugh just as the server arrives with the check, and I pass her my card.
Within minutes, we’re headed out to the car.
“Buckle in, sweetheart.”
“No way. Drive. I’m going to?—”
“You’re going to buckle your fucking belt, Harper.” I pin her in my gaze. “I had two car accidents in my ER today, and one didn’t end well.”
She blinks and frowns. “You didn’t tell me about that when I asked earlier.”
“I’m telling you now. Please, buckle your seat belt.”
She follows the command, and as I pull onto the highway toward the edge of town to my neighborhood, I feel her hot gaze on me.
“Baby—”
“No, don’t baby me. You watched me fall aparttwicein the past twenty-four hours, all because of the job. I asked you specifically how your day was, and you brushed me off because otherwise, you would have told me that you had a rough day today. This isn’t a one-sided relationship, Blake, where you console me, but I don’t have any idea what you’re dealing with. That’s not fair, and it’s not healthy.”
“You’ve had a lot going on, Harper.”
“Apparently, I’m not the only one.”
I pull into the garage, and before I can turn to face her, Harper is out of the car and headed into the house.
My girl is good and pissed off.
Following her into the house, I hear my front door slam shut.
“Where the fuck is she going?”
No.
She’s not running away from me. Not today or any other day.
Christ, my heart can’t handle this.
I run out to the porch and see Harper toss her bag in her car, and I get there in time to pull it back out again.
“Put that back. I’m leaving.”
“No, you’re not.”
She lifts her chin and glares at me.Glares at me.Those gray eyes shoot daggers at me. But there’s hurt there, too, and that almost brings me to my knees.
She’s never looked at me like this before, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she never looks at me like this again. My heart can’t take it.
“Obviously, we’re in two very different relationships, Blake, and I don’t want?—”
Without another word, I pick her up, push the car door closed with my foot, and carry her back inside. I set her on the kitchen island.
“We’re going to talk this out.”
“I’m going to yell this out.”
