Final Words by Teri Thackston

Author:Teri Thackston
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: 2013-09-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Sliding behind the wheel of his Mustang, Jason considered the hurt that darkened the soft blue of Emma’s eyes. He felt like a skunk. He’d forced her to see a truth about her ex-husband that she apparently hadn’t been ready to see.

“You don’t seem up to driving.” He started the engine. “So I’ll take you home instead of to your car. Okay?”

She hugged her arms over her stomach as if it hurt. “I don’t want to go home.”

Tears brimmed her eyes and he knew it wouldn’t take much to spill them.

“Alan will only call me if I go home,” she continued, rocking slightly. “He’ll make up some story to explain that woman. He always has a story. I don’t need to hear this one. Just…let’s just go. Anywhere.”

Shifting into reverse, he backed out of the parking space and then glanced at her again. A single, silver tear had slipped free and coursed a slow path down her pale cheek. That ache hit him again and he knew it was more than the need for sex—although that need was there too. This ache stretched all the way up to his heart.

He set his jaw, mentally cursed Alan Winfeld—and himself—and shifted into forward gear. The tires of the Mustang squealed as he peeled out of the parking lot.

* * * * *

“Do you need my handkerchief? I promise it’s clean.”

At Jason’s question, Emma’s cheeks warmed. It embarrassed her to have him see her crying. She could have called a cab but she’d been so blinded by her feelings that it had taken everything she had just to walk out of that bar. Emotions she hadn’t expected had gone on a rampage inside her. She wasn’t even sure how much time she’d been trying to get control of herself.

“No,” she said quietly. “Thanks.”

Unfolding her stiff arms, she opened her purse and dug inside for a tissue. As she stemmed the flow from her eyes, she realized that Jason had stopped the car and turned off the engine.

Clearing her eyes with a blink, she looked out the front windshield at a small, dark house sitting on stilts. A breath of air eased through the open car window and she could smell the salt from the bay. The only sounds were the wind chasing the corners of the house and the tick-tick-tick from the cooling engine of his car.

She looked at Jason. “Where are we?”

“My place.”

She remembered again the warnings Marta and Skitch had given her. His reputation as a ladies’ man and his apparent interest in her made Emma wish that she had taken a cab. But then she remembered his guilty expression when she’d first seen Alan tonight. She remembered the courage she’d felt to do what had to be done and she wondered again if there was more to Jason than his reputation.

“I couldn’t think of a better place for you to relax,” he said, opening his car door. “Come on inside.”

Getting out, she reluctantly followed him to the house. He remained as quiet as he’d been during the drive.

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