Page 35 of Wrecked
They filled the cartons in a biting silence and left. The chip on his shoulder hovering like an angry storm cloud.
She owed him no explanation.Henever discussedhishookups. Over the years, she’d introduced him to a couple of her friends or acquaintances. She didn’t know if he screwed them, and she didn’t much care either.
Later that evening, he’d probably meet some random woman. A stranger would fuck the fury out of him and he’d be satisfied. Sadness settled into her soul. She didn’t want that person taking that from him. She wanted to do that for him… and with him. She wanted to be the one who riled him to orgasm, then snuggled him to sleep.
Stop it.
Shaking away the thought, she pulled him to a stop at the foot of the farmhouse porch steps. “Hey, are we okay?”
“You tell me,” he growled.
She waited, hoping he’d confirm her suspicions. Instead of clearing the air, he said nothing. Wild blue-green eyes pinned her in a heated gaze.
On a huff, she charged up the steps, opened the front door. Before going inside, she turned back. He hadn’t moved, the cigarette smoke obscuring him in thick fog.
If they couldn’t get past this, their friendship would suffer. While that would wreck her, it wouldn’t break her. She’d been abandoned before and it had only made her stronger.
But losing Hawk would hurt. It would hurt a lot.
6
LOST SOULS
An hour later, Hawk pulled into the driveway of Addison’s Arlington home. The ride had been as frosty as the receptionshouldhave been. She’d pulled up a playlist and the music had filled the silence. He’d lowered the roof of his Mercedes. She’d pulled her hair into a ponytail. Actions that were familiar to them. Only the cold silence was new.
She got out, shut the door. “Thanks for bringing me to Kerri’s wedding. I had fun.”
“Don’t forget your tomatoes,” he said. “And take the eggs.”
Instead of grabbing the bag and the carton, she just glared at him.
Her fuming gaze was having the opposite effect. An angry Addison was hot as hell.
“The next time Henrietta pecks my finger, don’t kiss me.” With an attitude that screamed “fuck off”, she strode up her walkway, stood in front of the scanner, then vanished inside.
Sex with Addison Skye was a bad, bad idea. But, after that scorching kiss, it was theonlything he wanted.
Hawk drove home, went inside. After showering, he dressed in tattered jeans and a black T-shirt, ran his fingers through his damp hair, and was out the door. Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot, found a spot out back. He collected two bags of tomatoes, strode to the front door of Lost Souls, bypassing the long line that wrapped the side of the building.
No fucking way am I standing in that.
“Heyo, my man,” called out a clubber. “You gotta wait in line like everyone else.”
Ignoring him, Hawk continued toward the front door, until a different dude stepped out of line, blocking him from passing. “Where you going?”
“I’ll give you three guesses.” Hawk was not in the mood.
The guy cracked his knuckles. “Don’t make me hit you.”
Hawk laughed. This man had no idea what he was capable of.
“Are you fucking laughing at me? Get in line, bitch.” The guy’s tone had turned gruff.
“No.”
The guy’s arm flew back. As it launched forward, Hawk blocked it, then kicked him in the solar plexus, all without dropping the tomatoes. The guy gasped for breath as the bouncer jogged over.
“What’s going on, Hawk?” the bouncer asked.
