Page 138 of Unbroken
“No. I’m all right. Really. It’s you I’m worried about.”
He didn’t respond. He just stood there feeling like he was suspended in time. Like if he moved or spoke it would make the last five minutes real.
She stepped toward him, but he rushed around the desk. “I should go.”
“Wait!”
He stopped mid-turn, when really all he wanted to do was run. Get the hell out. Scared that he’d lose his fucking mind a second time.
“It’s really okay,” she pushed. “I’mokay.”
Did she repeat those words because she knew he hadn’t believed her the first time?
Air. He needed fresh fucking air and a million miles between him and anyone else—especially her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Addison.”
He turned and walked outside, the same question repeating in his head over and over again.
What the fuck just happened?
He’d never hurt a woman in his life.
One thing he was certain of…he never wanted that to happen again. Which meant he needed to stay the hell away from Addison.
