Page 34 of Resurfaced Passion
Why were his eyes always so intense?
Why wasn’t he dating?
Why did she never see him with women?
A hot feeling grabbed her by the throat. He might be fucking a whole fleet of women every night, she just didn’t want to know or hear about it, ever.
Pushing all thoughts like that wicked one from her mind, she was just driving herself nuts because she craved physical touch lately more than ever.
She saw his hand move and her eyes automatically moved down to see him twirling his wedding ring.
He did that often and each time it affected her like a deluge of quicksand to her tummy. She’d asked him only once where his wife was … having known already she wasn’t around, at least not that Paige had ever seen and she’d quietly asked some of her gossipy customers, but she’d thought they were divorced, because he spent the holidays with Paige.
The truth was, she was afraid of asking him questions, because she knew she would be heartsick jealous knowing he loved .. orstill lovedsome other woman.
She didn’t want him to belong to another woman.
She’s gone.She still heard those two words in his pained voice late at night when she should be thinking of anything else other than a man she couldn’t have, still being in love with his wife.
She felt horrible admitting it. Her jealousy ate her up. The woman was gone, and she was here.
If anything, she should want Reaper to be happy, even with a wife.
He played with his solid gold band pushing it around his finger absently and Paige had to swallow several times to control her emotions.
He saw she was watching the ring and both his eyebrows covered his eyes before he tucked his hands into the side pockets of his jacket.
“You don’t need to thank me for anything.”
“It’s a pre-emptive thank you then for the donut holes I might get one night.”
Reaper looked like he wanted to say so much, it practically poured out of his eyes and Paige, desperate for any scrap from him willed him to say it.
He didn’t.
He made sure she was safe in her car and he stood there on the sidewalk while she drove away, watching him in the rear-view mirror.
Horny and alone. Wasn’t that just the story of her life.
That night she made sure to check in with the next guy she’d arranged a date with.
She lied and told teacher Newton she was looking forward to it.
Dating 101. Fake it until you make it.
CHAPTER TEN
“Amor prohibido.” - Capone
There was a ticking in Capone’s skull that happened every Friday between 3-4 pm. Like clockwork around lunch time while he stuffed a whole taco pie in his mouth in under seven minutes, the anxious twitch began jostling his leg. His work suffered too that day.
And now it was nearly time to make that regular weekly call which churned up his guts until it felt like a demon had a claw hold on him.
The call was expected so he couldn’t justnot do it. He could text and say something came up, but Capone didn’t punk out on responsibilities just because he was uncomfortable.
Estúpido. Stupid. He was acting stupid.
This wasn’t new.
