Page 118 of Forbidden Harmony

He laughed and glanced at Preacher who wasstanding at the edge of the kitchen with his arms folded across his chest. “That’snice of you to say, but I’m pretty fond of my head being exactly where it is,and if I stay any longer your boyfriend is gonna shove it right up my own ass.”

“I’m not her boyfriend,” Preacher snarled.

A healthy dose of hurt mixed in with theanger. She shoved it ruthlessly aside. Two days of Preacher being nice to herdidn’t make him her boyfriend.

Lucas opened the door. “See you later,Addie.”

“Bye, Lucas.”

The minute the door was shut, she turnedand glared at Preacher. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

“What?”

“You can’t just dictate who comes to my place,Simon.”

“I don’t want you alone with him. I don’tfucking trust him.”

“Lucas is a nice guy and even if youweremy boyfriend, you still wouldn’t get to tell me who I can and cannot befriends with.”

“I’m not your boyfriend.”

“Iknow,” she said. “You’re makingthat perfectly clear. It’s just sex between us, I get it.”

“Why the fuck was Lucas here anyway? Thelessons I’m giving you on fucking not enough? You gotta bring in a pitchhitter?”

“You asshole,” she said. “I told you Iwouldn’t have sex with anyone else while we were… were together. Stop beingsuch a dick.”

“This is who I am, sweetheart. You don’tlike it, that’s not my problem.”

“This isn’t who you are,” she said. “It’swho you pretend to be because God forbid anyone should see the real Simon.”

“You know what?” He pushed away from the counter.“I don’t need this fucking bullshit. I’m done giving you sex lessons.”

“Fine by me,” she said.

He stomped past her, jerked open the doorand slammed it shut behind him.

She cursed in frustration before stalkingback to the kitchen. The microwave beeped and she yanked the stir fry out andset it on the counter. She stared blankly at it before bursting into tears.

* * *

“You okay? You don’t look so hot.”

Preacher glanced up from his tablet. Theshimmering lights hovering at the edge of his vision brought on a dull sense ofpanic. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Nix leaned against the table.“Seriously, man, you look sick.”

He gave up trying to work and shut off histablet. He had maybe thirty minutes before the pain started. Another wave of panicwashed over him, and the shimmery light of the aura flashed briefly. “I’mgetting a migraine.”

“Shit.” Nolan had joined them. “I’llcancel your appointment for this afternoon. You want me to cancel tomorrow’s appointmentstoo?”

“Yeah.” It was gonna be a bad one, he couldtell. He had no one to blame but himself. He’d barely slept since storming outof Addison’s house three days ago and lack of sleep was his biggest trigger. Hepulled out his phone and sent off a quick text to Gideon, squinting at thescreen.

“He get migraines a lot?” Nix said toNolan.

Nolan nodded. “Yeah. Fucking lays himflat on his back. You gonna go to the sheriff’s?”

Preacher nodded before squinting at hisscreen again. He needed to call an Uber. The pain was starting, and he wouldn’tmake it to Gideon’s if he drove himself.

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