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“What caused your break-up?” he clarified.
Delta puffed air out of her cheeks and felt the blush creep up her cheeks as she thought about it. She knew the exact moment. “I don’t want to say.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s rude.”
“Fuck Decker,” Nathan said. “He yelled in your face. I bet that wasn’t the only time he did that, was it?” He waited, but when Delta didn’t answer, he asked again. “Was it?”
She kept her answer to herself so he wouldn’t get angry.
“You have to answer the question,” he said. “It’s the rules of the game.”
“Fine what was the last straw for your two serious relationships?”
“Uuuuh, one of them stole my truck with her psychotic mother and they hid it in the woods. Threw all my belongings all over the highway on the way out of town. I like spicy women, but the crazy stuff is a turn-off.”
Delta’s mouth hung open with her shock. “She was an adult woman doing that?”
“Yep. I had to pull together a search party to find my truck. She asked me to get back together a couple of days after I found it.”
“Why did she do that?” she asked, horrified. There wasn’t enough money in the world to make her stoop low and act out of character like that.
He scratched his ear. “It was her response to me telling her I needed a break. She stole my truck from the parking lot where I worked the next day.”
“Oh, my dear. Okay.” She blinked hard. “And the other one?”
“She threw a lamp at my head and when I ducked, she blamed me for her grandma’s lamp being broken against the wall. She went ballistic on me. Took a swing at my face and I was done. We had people over, and her family. She did it in front of everyone, and she and her friends were yelling at me calling me a piece of shit for breaking her grandma’s lamp.”
Delta pursed her lips against a laugh.
“It’s not funny,” he murmured, but his eyes were dancing.
“I didn’t laugh.”
His lips curved up into a grin. “You’re smiling pretty big there, Delta-Girl.”
“You had a type.”
“Yeah, psychopaths,” he agreed. “Now you go. What ended you and Dicker?”
Delta rolled her eyes. “It’s Decker.”
“Same difference.”
“A word ended us.” Gah she couldn’t tell him this. It was too mortifying.
“What word?” he asked.
“Well…” Gah, she couldn’t do this! But Nathan was sitting here, so attentive. He was paying attention and staring deep into her soul, waiting. He seemed interested in what she had to say for the first time maybe ever, so she couldn’t just remain quiet. “He said… I can’t. I can’t tell you.”
“Say it. I have to know now.”
“Well, he came home one day after a fight, and he was all riled up, and he said something…”
“Dear God woman, just say it!”
Delta closed her eyes so she didn’t have to face her own mortification when she blurted out, “He said he needed to…squirt.” She peeked one eye open.
