Breaking Her No-Dating Rule by Amalie Berlin

Author:Amalie Berlin [Berlin, Amalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, General, Fiction, Medical Romance
ISBN: 9781460345238
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Publisher: Harlequin Medical Romances
Published: 2015-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

MAX CAME BACK for more and Anson set himself back upright, snapped his fingers and pointed to the fire, and the dog obediently went to lie down.

Ellory took a big bite of her terrible sandwich and considered giving the rest to the dog.

“Did something happen that I’m not aware of?”

“Probably.”

“Did I talk in my sleep?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t spend the whole night watching you sleep,” she snapped, getting more and more worked up as he pumped her for information—obviously not feeling the same courtesy to refrain from badgering her that she extended to him. “I might be struggling with my compulsiveness about my carbon footprint and about what I eat, but I’m not a psychopath, a sociopath, or any other path that I can’t think of right now.”

“Did you have a bad dream?”

Not deterred.

Why was he not deterred? Did people yell at him all the time? Was this how he liked to communicate?! “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I don’t think I slept enough to dream anything of significance.” Ellory pushed the plate away and went to get more sprouts. Eating the sprouts didn’t feel like punishment.

“The couch is uncomfortable.” He offered another incorrect guess.

“More comfortable than the ground,” she muttered between fresh, crunchy bites.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I sleep on the ground all the time. So if I can learn to do that, I should be able to sleep on a cushy couch in front of a fire. Well, a fake fire. The hissing sound it makes...and this place smells like gas to me all the time, even though I know the gas can’t be leaking—the fire would burn it up.”

“So the gas kept you awake?”

Like he could fix that if she confirmed it bothered her. Ellory thought about doing what he liked to do—go silent and brood or punch things—but talking about the fireplace was better than talking about the real problems. “Yes. And some other stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“I really don’t want to talk to you about it. You’ve seen enough bad things about me, and to give you credit you’re handling it better than most normal people would.”

“I haven’t seen any bad stuff about you,” Anson said softly, shrugging. “You keep saying that I’m normal. The insinuation being you’re not normal.”

“Yep, that’s the insinuation.” She stopped there, shrugged and shook her head. The only word that came to her was even more negative than usual. Broken. She felt broken, and with no idea how to fix herself. No idea how to learn to be content...

“Quirky. Free-spirited,” he filled in when she didn’t finish the thought.

Ellory grunted, stuffed some more sprouts into her mouth and resisted the urge to throw them at him. She might not have anything remotely natural to eat if she gave in to the urge to smash them in his face. “Stop sucking up.”

“Something must have changed in the night.”

But somehow, as they talked, she got less irritated with him. Even though she didn’t want to tell him anything. Which was when it became clear.

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