Page 110 of Legacy of Danger
"But what about...?
"Your past?" she snapped. He reared back. Good. Maybe this gut-wrencher of a chat would shake him out of his self-pity. "You know what? You're right. People make bad decisions. Sometimes they make horrible ones. You can't fix what happened in the past. But you sure as hell can learn from it and become better for it. So, yes, I'm disappointed by some of your past, but I am judging the man in front of me today. Got it?"
"I'm sor—"
"If you complete that statement, I cannot be held responsible for what I do." She ignored the quirk at a corner of his mouth before she walked away. Spinning back, she pointed at her temple. "And for at least a minute, could you stop whatever the hell you're doing that involves my head? If the Tylenol doesn't fix this headache, you're going to have hell to pay. Now, let me get some rest. I have to work tomorrow."
Slamming the door to her bedroom satisfied her for all of ten seconds, until she sank to the bed and dropped her head in her hands. Never had she said things like that to anyone before. Should she apologize? Not yet.
Let him think about it.
She pulled on pajama pants and a tank top and crawled into her cold, empty bed.
Tomorrow she'd reassess where things stood and decide whether her heart could handle another try at a relationship with Vaughn or not.
