Page 60 of Lethal Threat
I close my eyes. Everything hurts. Inside. Outside. Bruises that you can see and you can’t see.
The damage to my body can be managed with some pain reliever, but I’m pretty sure that nothing has ever been created to fix a broken heart.
Oh my god.
Is that what I have?
Something’s wrong inside of the walls of my body and he’s clearly tied to it.
Surely I’d be broken-hearted if my relationship with a man like Cole ended?
He offers so much. Unwavering support. Fierce protection. Tenderness.
Ugh!
Stop. Just stop.
I shut the water off and stare at the tile wall as water rolls down it. I want to punch one of the stone rectangles. If I wasn’t afraid I’d mangle my fist, I would.
So freaking complicated. Cole isn’t just amazing. He also lied.
For my protection,a little voice inside my head reminds me.
I snatch a thick gray towel from the rack beside the shower.
It’s the softest towel I’ve ever felt. It’s gigantic too, big enough to go around me twice.
Even his bath towels are nice,dammit.
God, I like everything about the man. But I’m sick of being confused and having this ache inside of me.
Even brushing the towel over my skin makes me think of him!
My temper’s boiling, my blood is thumping and the center of my core is molten lava by the time I’m done drying off.
Cole Strong, damn you!I throw the towel onto the counter and pull on my clothes in a rush.
This has to end.
When I burst into the kitchen, he spins around and instantly goes into high alert. “Are you okay?”
My hands clench at my sides. “No. I’m falling apart, Cole. I am not okay. I don’t know how that would be possible right now.”
The slope of his shoulders rises and falls slowly. “I’m truly sorry that I’ve caused you pain.”
Those words are drenched in regret. But it’s the pain in his eyes that unravels the final string that was holding me together.
As I draw in a jagged inhale, something inside of me shifts. A surrender, but I’m not sure to what exactly.
Maybe to a world of pain.
I can’t take this anymore—he has to touch me.
Hold me.
Fix this.
Cole’s eyes harden as I move toward him. The man probably expected me to punch him in the gut.
