Page 43 of Receiving His Mercy
“Too late,” she muttered.
“That’s it. You do need me even if you deny it. Without me, you go around having panic attacks and hurting yourself.”
Dear Lord, help her.
Give her some patience. Please.
Unfortunately no one was listening to her pleas. Because she couldn’t seem to find much patience.
“You’re the one who scared me!” she snapped at him. “Lurking outside my apartment like a cockwomble."
“Like a . . . like a what?”
“A cockwomble. It’s someone who does something stupid while thinking they’re all that and a packet of chocolate biscuits!”
“Biscuits?” he repeated.
“Cookies. Keep up, man.”
“Someone who thinks they’re all that?” he said.
“Yes. Someone who thinks they’re awesome while doing something really dumb. Like lurking outside my apartment, scaring me to death, then saying I need you around because I can’t take care of myself.”
He was such a tosser.
She was glad she’d discovered this before she did something stupid.
Yeah? Like what? Throw yourself at him and tell him how much you want him and how you’ve loved him since you were a teenager and that it’s always been him?
Yep.
That was never going to happen so it shouldn’t matter to her what a nutter he was.
She was also insane since she actually thought some of his behavior was attractive and cute.
Well, no more.
“I think it would be best if you deleted my number off your phone and left me alone,” she informed him.
She’d had enough.
And those tears that had been threatening slid down her cheeks as she grabbed her handbag and stood. Of course, the world decided to spin, which was really crappy timing, and she made the mistake of closing her eyes for a moment.
Then she found herself in the air, being held in strong arms, against a firm chest.
Damn it.
Why couldn’t some part of him be soft? Why couldn’t he have flaws?
Well, other than the fact that he was a complete idiot, of course. That should be flaw enough to have her running from him. To make her desire for him wane.
“What are you doing? Put me down!”
“No.”
“Travis, you can’t just boss me around and get your own way and do . . . do w-whatever you w-want.”
Shit. No.
