And now he faces a fucking long time behind bars.
“So, if the problem isn’t me, is it her?”
I snap my head up and come face-to-face with the sum of my impending mental breakdown. It’s so much easier to fuck my life over when it’s only me I have to care about.
“What are you talking about?”
Kyra stands a few feet from the table, her under-eye dark and mouth turned down. “She’s pretty.”
“She’s Crow’s lawyer.”
A small twitch, the slightest widening of her eye. But no apology for jumping to conclusions. “Oh.”
“Great to know that’s what you think of me.” I rise from the table and walk past her.
She catches my arm. “We’re not done.”
As much as it pains me to do so, I look down at her, counting the pale freckles on the tip of her nose. “Aren’t we?”
“Sit down, Matthew.”
Girl means business.“I don’t have time.” Fuck finding out why she left—her attitude tells me all I need to know.
“You make time, or you spend the rest of your life wondering.”
“Wondering what?”
Kyra releases my arm and moves for the table. “How much better life might have been if you let yourself trust me.”
Jesus Christ.I was not prepared for today when I got out of bed. “Fine.” I take the seat I’d just vacated. “You have ten minutes.”
Her gaze narrows, and she jumps her chair closer to mine before saying, “I have as long as this takes.”
I lift my eyebrows and urge her to continue. Even when we’re mad at each other, she manages to make me love her even more.
Kyra sighs. “I would have rather discussed this somewhere more private, but I get the feeling that if I’d let you walk away, things would have gotten more and more awkward between us to the point we never would have talked at all.”
She’s not wrong there. Avoidance 101. Ignore the topic until it becomes obsolete.
“I think I have an idea why,” she says, turning in her seat to face me. “But I want to hear it from you. Why do you avoid sex?”
Swear to god, all my blood just drained to my feet and out the soles of my boots.Damn, woman.“Who says I do?”
Kyra tilts her head, eyebrows raised as though to say,“Are you fucking serious?”“Last night does. The club bunnies you apparently deny do. The fact that nobody has seen you with anyone for a long, long time does. Shall I go on?”
Why the fuck do we have to be so drawn to each other when we’re so different? She’s comfortable with her sexuality. Finds talking about this shit easy.
I avoid it at any cost—even happiness.
“What do you want me to say, Kyra?” Head tilted back, I cover my face with my hands and groan. “Nothing will fix it.”
“Because burying your head in the sand has worked wonders so far.”
I throw my hands down and pin her with a hard fucking stare. “You nagging at me about it isn’t much better.”
“I’m not nagging,” she shouts before glancing to the rest of the cafe and lowering her voice. “I’m trying to help you.” Her teeth catch her lip. “Helpus.”
“I can’t be helped.”
