Page 6 of Same Difference
And when Delta looked over to the snowbank, her father was there helping Decker to stand up. His face was contorted with pain and staggered as her dad helped him to the truck.
Delta rolled down her window. “I’m going back to Coeur d’Alene,” she told them.
“No, you’re not,” Dad snapped. “Get in my truck.”
She shook her head. “I’ll call you soon. I love you, Dad.”
“Delta,” he called. “Delta, come back! You can’t be Rogue! You can’t do that to our name!”
But Nate was pulling out of the parking lot, and she was rolling up the window, and blinking back more tears. Everything had gone so wrong.
“What have you done?” she asked on a shaking breath.
“What I thought was best for you.”
“We’re supposed to be paired, Nate. You aren’t supposed to keep big stuff from me,” she told him, repeating his words from earlier.
“I was giving you an out—”
“You threw me away!” she corrected him. “Say it like it is.”
“Delta—”
“Enough talking now,” she cut him off, and damn the hurt in her voice. She reached for her earbuds in her purse and began to put them in so she could drown out the sound of his voice. “Give me a ride to Coeur d’Alene, and then you’re free.”
Chapter Two
He was hurt.
Fuck. Nate held a T-shirt he’d pulled from his duffel bag tighter onto his bleeding stomach. That asshole Decker had nearly gutted him.
“Do you mind if we pull over for a minute?” he murmured.
Delta hadn’t spoken to him since they’d left. Instead, she’d stared out the window and filled the cab with heavy silence.
When she turned to him, her cheeks were streaked with tears, and he yanked his gaze away from her fast. Not fast enough. A hollowness snaked through his gut. He hadn’t realized she was sitting over there silently crying.
“I just…” He cleared his throat. He didn’t want to let her know how badly he was hurt. “I need to take care of something.”
“Is that who you have been talking to all week?” she asked softly.
The heartache in her voice did something awful to him. What was this feeling? Guilt?
Whatever it was, he’d never felt it before, and he wanted to stop feeling it now. “You’re acting like I did this to hurt you.”
“Didn’t you?”
He didn’t understand, but he couldn’t force himself to see her tear-filled eyes. She was different tonight. The Delta he’d known over the past couple of months was steady, quiet, and for the most part, emotionless. She liked alone-time and didn’t get worked up like regular females. He didn’t like this.
“Fuck, what do you want from me, Delta?”
“Nothing anymore,” she murmured, and turned her face to the window once again.
A growl rattled up his throat. He couldn’t think straight through the pain, and he had a couple of hours yet before all of these wounds sealed up.
“You fucked that guy,” he uttered. He felt sick just thinking about it. Had he fucked other females before he’d been paired? Yes, but it was different. He couldn’t get it out of his head. He should’ve killed Decker.
She didn’t respond to him.
