Fuck.
God.
He shook his head hard.
What the fuck?
What the fuck was happening to him?
She was pushing him back.“Jagger, honey, look at me.”
There wasn’t anything I could do to make things better.
He was moving backward, and he heard Archie demand, “Jagger!Look at me!”
I have a life and a business and I’m falling in love.
He went down.
Vaguely, he understood he was sitting on the couch becauseshe’d pushed him there.
He felt her crawl in, straddle his lap.
She had his head in her hands and was gently shaking it.
“Come back to me, Jagger, baby.Come back.Look at me, baby.Please,” she begged, sounding freaked.
Freaked and distressed and even panicked.
“I don’t know…how to…love you,” he forced out.
“Okay.”She kissed his forehead.“Okay.”She kissed hischeek.“Okay, baby.”She kissed his lips.“Give me more.What do you mean bythat?”
“I will be the best father to our kids, Hound taught methat.But I don’t know how to love you.”
“You do.”
“He got his throat slit.Dad.They slit his throat.”
He heard it, the hiss of breath, the sting of pain.
He felt it knifing through him as it cut through her.
Christ, it hurt.
Always…
The hurt.
Then she was kissing his face all over, in betweenwhispering a tortured, “God.God.God.”
“He died before he taught me how to love,” he told her.
She wrapped her arms around his head and held it tight toher chest.
“He loved her so much.She loved him so much.He lovedher so much.So much, losing his lovebroke her.I don’t know howto love you like that.I don’t know how to take care of you.He died before hetaught me.”
Her body bucked, her sob filled the room, and she held ontight.
