Two Sides to Every Story (Love Spectrum Romance) by Dyanne Davis Page A
Authors: Dyanne Davis
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sexual…a…a…I’ve never made arrangements like this with anyone,” Angela said looking away from Rafe.
He sensed her embarrassment. “I have,” he answered, and waited until she turned to face him. “But I always paid for it.” He watched while the iced topaz froze more solidly. “You’re jumping to conclusions. That wasn’t what I was saying about you. I was just trying to make you feel better about this.”
“You didn’t do a very good job.”
“Then let me try again. This is a first for me also. I don’t believe in becoming emotionally involved with people. In my line of work it’s much too dangerous. Relationships can be a distraction.”
“And I won’t be a distraction?”
Raphael smiled. “You said it yourself. This isn’t a relationship. It should work well for us both. I only ask one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You didn’t answer about the snapping at each other. Can we stop it?”
“We can try.”
He grinned again. “Now that that’s settled, want to tell me why you hate cops so much?”
“No.”
“Want to tell me who you’re visiting in the prison?” He watched the change come over her face, felt the chill in the room and wished he’d kept his mouth closed.
“Look, if this is going to work, there will have to be rules. No asking me personal questions. I don’t like you, let’s get that clear. What I do is my business. You’re not privy to that information. You’re not a part of my life; you’re not a part of my heart. We’ve made a bargain for sex, no matter what you want to call it. What we do and say will be done in the bed. When we’re not in bed, we’re not anything.”
She slammed the mug down on the table. “You are nothing to me. I don’t care about you. Get that clear. You have no right to ask me questions.” She stormed out of the room.
Raphael watched as she left the room. There was a lot more to this fiery woman than he’d thought. Not only wasn’t she as tough as she pretended to be, she was hurting. He should have been angry with her but instead he felt compassion. He had his own share of loved ones in prisons throughout the country. He knew she thought of him as the enemy, only he wasn’t.
He thought of leaving but didn’t. Instead, he returned to fixing her breakfast, and when it was done, he made a plate for her and took it to the bedroom where she was holed up. Then he sat at the kitchen table and ate his own. He might not like her, but he did understand.
Chapter 6
In ways she had never imagined, Angela’s life changed completely. She was doing the last thing she would have ever expected, and even if she never admitted it to Rafe, she was enjoying it. At least at night, in the darkness, in his arms she enjoyed it.
When daylight came, so did her doubts and the staggering guilt. She’d missed a couple of visits with her brother because she was unable to look into his eyes, knowing she was sleeping with her family’s enemy.
As wrong as she felt it was when Rafe was not around, she felt a rightness when they made love. That was another thing about their agreement; she denied vehemently that they were making love, claiming it was only sex. It was getting harder and harder to protest when her soul and her body recognized the truth.
She shivered as she looked out the window, needing a diversion for her rampant thoughts. Who was she kidding? Rafe Remeris had invaded more than her nights. He was taking over a big chunk of her day and she was spending way too much time thinking about him.
With a sigh, Angela called her parents to get their schedule for the week. It was time for her to descend from the clouds. She couldn’t avoid her brother forever. She’d have to eventually return to the prison and she needed to make sure she didn’t run into her parents. She knew they mostly devoted their weekends to visit the prison. Anything else was secondary, even church.
“Daddy, how’s everything going? I just wanted to check in on
He sensed her embarrassment. “I have,” he answered, and waited until she turned to face him. “But I always paid for it.” He watched while the iced topaz froze more solidly. “You’re jumping to conclusions. That wasn’t what I was saying about you. I was just trying to make you feel better about this.”
“You didn’t do a very good job.”
“Then let me try again. This is a first for me also. I don’t believe in becoming emotionally involved with people. In my line of work it’s much too dangerous. Relationships can be a distraction.”
“And I won’t be a distraction?”
Raphael smiled. “You said it yourself. This isn’t a relationship. It should work well for us both. I only ask one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You didn’t answer about the snapping at each other. Can we stop it?”
“We can try.”
He grinned again. “Now that that’s settled, want to tell me why you hate cops so much?”
“No.”
“Want to tell me who you’re visiting in the prison?” He watched the change come over her face, felt the chill in the room and wished he’d kept his mouth closed.
“Look, if this is going to work, there will have to be rules. No asking me personal questions. I don’t like you, let’s get that clear. What I do is my business. You’re not privy to that information. You’re not a part of my life; you’re not a part of my heart. We’ve made a bargain for sex, no matter what you want to call it. What we do and say will be done in the bed. When we’re not in bed, we’re not anything.”
She slammed the mug down on the table. “You are nothing to me. I don’t care about you. Get that clear. You have no right to ask me questions.” She stormed out of the room.
Raphael watched as she left the room. There was a lot more to this fiery woman than he’d thought. Not only wasn’t she as tough as she pretended to be, she was hurting. He should have been angry with her but instead he felt compassion. He had his own share of loved ones in prisons throughout the country. He knew she thought of him as the enemy, only he wasn’t.
He thought of leaving but didn’t. Instead, he returned to fixing her breakfast, and when it was done, he made a plate for her and took it to the bedroom where she was holed up. Then he sat at the kitchen table and ate his own. He might not like her, but he did understand.
Chapter 6
In ways she had never imagined, Angela’s life changed completely. She was doing the last thing she would have ever expected, and even if she never admitted it to Rafe, she was enjoying it. At least at night, in the darkness, in his arms she enjoyed it.
When daylight came, so did her doubts and the staggering guilt. She’d missed a couple of visits with her brother because she was unable to look into his eyes, knowing she was sleeping with her family’s enemy.
As wrong as she felt it was when Rafe was not around, she felt a rightness when they made love. That was another thing about their agreement; she denied vehemently that they were making love, claiming it was only sex. It was getting harder and harder to protest when her soul and her body recognized the truth.
She shivered as she looked out the window, needing a diversion for her rampant thoughts. Who was she kidding? Rafe Remeris had invaded more than her nights. He was taking over a big chunk of her day and she was spending way too much time thinking about him.
With a sigh, Angela called her parents to get their schedule for the week. It was time for her to descend from the clouds. She couldn’t avoid her brother forever. She’d have to eventually return to the prison and she needed to make sure she didn’t run into her parents. She knew they mostly devoted their weekends to visit the prison. Anything else was secondary, even church.
“Daddy, how’s everything going? I just wanted to check in on
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