A Heart's War (The Broken Men Chronicles Book 5) by Carey Decevito Page B
Authors: Carey Decevito
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“Fine!” then turned on her heel, heading toward the house. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, slamming the door behind her.
I got to my feet, dusted off my jeans and jumped in the truck, cranking it. “Yeah, tomorrow,” I said to no one in particular.
Chapter 12
A near sleepless night, a cold shower, and some palm action later, my desire to be near, to hold, to possess Morgan had only grown stronger. The dream I had of her when I managed to fall asleep for all but a few hours had definitely not helped my situation, either.
The mere memory of Morgan’s lips on mine, her taste, the way she gave as much as she got had my dick standing at attention in seconds. It’s too bad I couldn’t be with her. Not after all the heartache I’d caused her. But she didn’t know the half of it.
Still, part of me felt like an ass for pushing her away, while the other felt justified that I had done the right thing. She deserved to be happy, to be loved, to feel whole and cherished by a whole man. And I wasn’t one of those anymore. I hadn’t been for a while. Not since that day.
Giving up on sleep, and regardless of the above, I lay awake trying to come up with reasons to justify that I could be the man for her. Fuck, did I ever want to be.
But you can’t.
There was nothing aside from my body and physical release that I could offer anyone – especially her. I was nothing but a shell of a man, a broken one at that.
No, I was better off alone. Miserable.
People don’t get hurt when you don’t get involved with them. It was for the best. Trust me, I know it’s a cop-out, but it beats me failing anyone again. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I failed again.
Running a hand through my hair and down my face, I got ready for another day at Morgan’s, dread mixing with anticipation.
I parked the truck and dragged my feet toward the front steps as Morgan pinned something on the door and practically ploughed into me as she turned to rush toward her van, if the jingling of the keys in her hand were any indication.
“Whoa!” I grabbed onto her upper arms. “Where are you going in a hurry?”
“Theo,” she said a little breathlessly. “I…uh,” she paused to swallow. “I won’t be around for the next couple of days.”
She was avoiding me. The realization held a lot more disappointment than warranted.
Yet, weren’t you the one who wanted distance? “I thought you said that you didn’t have to work?”
“I don’t, but something else came up.” She avoided my gaze.
“Is everything all right?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?”
I shrugged. Because of that kiss. Because I can’t get you out of my head. Because you clearly want more than what happened – and maybe so do I. Instead I said, “When will you be back?”
“Monday at the latest. Look, I need to get going.” She turned and ripped the paper, which looked like a note, off of the door. “I know that you’ve got the roof, walls, and windows covered, and I don’t want to slow this whole thing down. I thought about it last night, and maybe you should hire some extra hands for some of the other things. You know what needs doing. I trust you.”
What the fuck? I thought I would have had an uphill battle, despite her seeing me so unhinged during our argument yesterday. “So that’s it?”
“It’s best that I’m not around, anyway. I’d just get in the way.”
If you did, I wouldn’t mind. Whoa! Where’d that thought come from? As quickly as it had, however, I pushed it out of my head. “Okay.” She stopped at her vehicle and stood with the door open, looking as if she had something else to say, but she remained silent. “Have a safe trip.” She nodded, leaning into the van to drop her duffle bag on the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel. Next thing I knew, she cranked the old beater and peeled out of the driveway as if the
I got to my feet, dusted off my jeans and jumped in the truck, cranking it. “Yeah, tomorrow,” I said to no one in particular.
Chapter 12
A near sleepless night, a cold shower, and some palm action later, my desire to be near, to hold, to possess Morgan had only grown stronger. The dream I had of her when I managed to fall asleep for all but a few hours had definitely not helped my situation, either.
The mere memory of Morgan’s lips on mine, her taste, the way she gave as much as she got had my dick standing at attention in seconds. It’s too bad I couldn’t be with her. Not after all the heartache I’d caused her. But she didn’t know the half of it.
Still, part of me felt like an ass for pushing her away, while the other felt justified that I had done the right thing. She deserved to be happy, to be loved, to feel whole and cherished by a whole man. And I wasn’t one of those anymore. I hadn’t been for a while. Not since that day.
Giving up on sleep, and regardless of the above, I lay awake trying to come up with reasons to justify that I could be the man for her. Fuck, did I ever want to be.
But you can’t.
There was nothing aside from my body and physical release that I could offer anyone – especially her. I was nothing but a shell of a man, a broken one at that.
No, I was better off alone. Miserable.
People don’t get hurt when you don’t get involved with them. It was for the best. Trust me, I know it’s a cop-out, but it beats me failing anyone again. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I failed again.
Running a hand through my hair and down my face, I got ready for another day at Morgan’s, dread mixing with anticipation.
I parked the truck and dragged my feet toward the front steps as Morgan pinned something on the door and practically ploughed into me as she turned to rush toward her van, if the jingling of the keys in her hand were any indication.
“Whoa!” I grabbed onto her upper arms. “Where are you going in a hurry?”
“Theo,” she said a little breathlessly. “I…uh,” she paused to swallow. “I won’t be around for the next couple of days.”
She was avoiding me. The realization held a lot more disappointment than warranted.
Yet, weren’t you the one who wanted distance? “I thought you said that you didn’t have to work?”
“I don’t, but something else came up.” She avoided my gaze.
“Is everything all right?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?”
I shrugged. Because of that kiss. Because I can’t get you out of my head. Because you clearly want more than what happened – and maybe so do I. Instead I said, “When will you be back?”
“Monday at the latest. Look, I need to get going.” She turned and ripped the paper, which looked like a note, off of the door. “I know that you’ve got the roof, walls, and windows covered, and I don’t want to slow this whole thing down. I thought about it last night, and maybe you should hire some extra hands for some of the other things. You know what needs doing. I trust you.”
What the fuck? I thought I would have had an uphill battle, despite her seeing me so unhinged during our argument yesterday. “So that’s it?”
“It’s best that I’m not around, anyway. I’d just get in the way.”
If you did, I wouldn’t mind. Whoa! Where’d that thought come from? As quickly as it had, however, I pushed it out of my head. “Okay.” She stopped at her vehicle and stood with the door open, looking as if she had something else to say, but she remained silent. “Have a safe trip.” She nodded, leaning into the van to drop her duffle bag on the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel. Next thing I knew, she cranked the old beater and peeled out of the driveway as if the
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