But then he noticed the door to the closet was closed, however there was a line of light under the door.
Was she in there?
Reaching for the handle, he opened it and ended up with an arm full of wildcat.
She was silent, and she couldn’t hit for shit. He took them to the floor in an effort to contain her quietly.
He managed to grab her wrists, stopping her flailing fists from getting him anywhere vital. Then he rolled her over onto her back and pinned her hands above her head, his legs around her thighs as he straddled her.
What the fuck?
Her eyes were closed, scrunched up tight but a single tear slid down her cheek.
That hit him hard.
She was pale and drawn. Clearly thinner than she should be. And now she was so fucking scared that she was hiding in closets and attacking people?
“Angie. Hey, Angie, it’s all right. It’s just me. Jared.”
She opened her eyes and stared up at him incredulously.
Shit. What was he thinking? She probably thought he was exactly like his father. How to convince her otherwise without giving too much away?
Because in the back of his mind he knew that he shouldn’t fully trust her. He couldn’t fully trust anyone.
There was always the possibility that someone might betray him.
However, he fucking hated the way she stared up at him with horror, disbelief and . . . anger.
“Listen, I’m going to get off you now. And I just want to talk, okay?”
She gave him a suspicious look. He got slowly to his feet.
No sudden movements. She scooted away from him, then hastily stood, swaying slightly. She was pale and her breathing was coming in fast pants.
“Hey, are you all right?” he asked.
Another incredulous look.
Yeah, he was two-for-two today.
“I get it. Dumb question.”
She was wearing a pair of soft white pajamas with small hearts all over them. Not the sort of sexy wear that he thought his father would buy for her.
And her hair was in two braids. Her face was free of the garish makeup she’d worn downstairs.
She looked so much younger. It made him feel ill.
“He’s old enough to be your grandfather,” he muttered.
She didn’t reply, just looked at him warily.
“Why did you marry him?” he asked.
He knew it was a dumb question as soon as he asked it. Her cheeks flushed as she glared up at him.
“Oh, I thought it would be a fun thing to do,” she replied sarcastically. “It’s working out grand.”
