Page 50 of My Salvation
CHAPTER 22
KATE
After Lev dropped me off, I sat on the couch and replayed the scene again. Shaw was definitely angry when I walked into the barn today. We’d gotten back a few minutes early, so I know it wasn’t something I did. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was just lying in wait to start a fight.
The kiss. He was right. It set me on fire. His hard body pressed against mine for the first time. Every ounce of me alive, just for him, in that moment. Until I started thinking about the wonderful weekend I’d spent with Lev. The realization that Shaw’s kiss didn’t mean he had feelings for me had hit me like a sledgehammer, and I knew it was a mistake. A damn fine, luscious kiss that deceptively felt like anything but a mistake.
What had spewed out of his mouth after that moment justified my concerns. And it was utter bullshit.
When he grabbed my arm, I had a flashback to Collin, but thankfully Shaw released it as soon as I ordered. While I didn’t feel threatened by Shaw, tolerating it was a different matter. I would never let another man treat me like Collin, no matter the circumstance.
Exhausted from this weekend, the cozy couch has made it impossible to keep my eyes open. Grabbing the throw, I turn on the TV for noise. As I’m drifting off into a nap, my phone pings.
Lowell:How are you doing?
Kate: I’m shocked and pissed off. I’m worn out though and might take a nap.
Lowell: Wanted to let you know that Thayer woke up from his coma. We’re on the way to the hospital. We’ll talk later about Shaw. Sleep well, my dear. Let us know if you need anything.
CHAPTER 23
KATE
“What are you doing this weekend?” I ask Sarah.
She turns and grins. “I’ve got a date. And not with a rancher or a cowboy. No boots. No hat. We’re going to the Montana Club. Sophistication city.”
“Oooh, that’s a wonderful place. Lowell took me dancing there, and it was swanky. What are you wearing? How did you guys meet?”
