Page 182 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hunter
Isuck a breath through my teeth.
Close my eyes.
Exhale slowly.
It does nothing.
I'm still seeing red.
My veins are still buzzing.
What the fuck does Wes think he's doing touching Emma?
The office door slams shut behind me.
Emma sits on the desk. Folds her arms over her chest. Stares.
Her dark eyes fill with the hurt she's been wearing for days. "Well?" Her voice is low. Impatient.
Not that I'm any better.
My thoughts are a jumbled mess.
I need to get my shit together.
To make this up to her.
Justify dragging her from the fray.
I reach for something sensible to say. Find only platitudes. "We need to talk."
She scoffs. "That's rich."
"Em—"
"No. My friends call meEm. You do not call me Em."
Fuck, I need to cool it. I need a clear head for this conversation.
Slow inhale.
Steady exhale.
Oxygen flows through my veins. Competes with the anger.
Loses.
Her brow knits in frustration. "Let's talk, Hunter. Let's talk about how you're a fucking hypocrite."
Maybe.
I'm too far past logic to say.
None of that matters.
