Page 10 of Trick or Trouble
Puzzled, he stood up.“What’s wrong, Darcy?”
“Youare what’s wrong,” she bit out between clenched teeth.“You and all your kind.Now, get out, or I’ll steal some clothes from Holly and start walking.”
She was shaking, her entire frame stiff and indignant.Logan tried to take her hand, but she backed away like he was a rabid dog.“Don’ttouchme.”
His shrewd mind racing, he asked, “Is this Doug a therapist?”
“No,” she snapped.
“But you’ve dated or known someone who was,” he supplied intuitively.
Darcy bristled, the distrust shining clearly in her eyes.“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?”She mocked.“You ‘mindjerks’always have all the answers.Just leave me alone and get out.”Her voice broke, and she turned her back on him.
Making a decision, Logan finally spoke.“All right, Darcy, but this isn’t over.I can see you’re tired and upset, so I’ll let you get some rest.We’ll talk in the morning.”The reply was muffled, but he could understand it.
“No, we won’t.”
He walked to the door and then hesitated.“I’m sorry you’re hurting, sweetheart, but don’t lump me in with whoever caused it.I like you...I like you a lot.I want to get to know you better.”
The desire to gather her into his arms was overwhelming.He wanted to hold her close and protect her from those who would take advantage of her.Her forlorn figure, standing so alone with her arms wrapped around her middle and the keep off sign sending its signal, tore at his heartstrings.The dominant in him wanted to find whoever it was that hurt her and strangle him.It also made him want to be more forceful with her and find out who it was, but he knew her mind wasn’t in the right frame for that right now.He needed to be patient, give her this space, and pick it up later.
He needed to earn her trust.
Goodnight, Darcy,” he said tenderly.“I’ll get you safely home in the morning, I promise.”
Her muffled reply was indiscernible this time.Troubled, he slipped out the door to make sure the house was locked up before retiring to his room.Darcy DeAngelo was knocking on his heart for admittance without even realizing it.How could one beautiful, prickly, little bundle of a female have such an immediate and diverse effect on him?
Chapter 3
After Logan left theroom, Darcy climbed into the bed and shivered beneath the blankets, waiting for her chilled body to warm up.
The man was a frick’n mindjerk!
How could she get so unlucky in one lifetime?
Conrad had been a therapist—and she’d barely escaped him.He was a master at wielding psychology like a weapon, constantly analyzing every word she said and everything she did until she’d begun to doubt her own sanity.The tiniest bit of disobedience on her part was‘proof’she was broken, couldn’t make good decisions, and needed endless therapy.
