Mark (Mallick Brothers Book 3) by Jessica Gadziala

Author:Jessica Gadziala [Gadziala, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-01T16:00:00+00:00

TEN

Scotti

Okay.

Alright.

Yeah.

Mark Mallick was at my doorstep.

Holding my chicken buddy.

And he was mad at me.

Truly, I never thought I would see his face again. I never thought I would hear his voice after the last voicemail I listened to fifteen times before I finally had to destroy the burner like we always did.

Of course, of freaking course he would show up just when I was okay again, when I was done pining over someone I knew I could never have for more than the one blissful night I got with him.

"What?" I hissed, realizing the gun was still raised when his eyes went there, brow raised. My hand dropped numbly to my side. "They're rubber bullets," I felt the need to explain. "We would never use live rounds."

"Can't say that doesn't make me feel better," he agreed. "Is this little nugget allowed inside the house? He seems to think he is. He was knocking when I walked up."

"I think he might have, um, like imprinted on me or something," I explained, putting the gun down and reaching for the chick, careful to not let our fingers brush as I did so. I knew physical contact would not be a good thing. Namely, because I would want more and more of it and that would only complicate things further.

I forced myself to turn away from him, big-eyeing the room as I took the chicken to the kitchen where I grabbed a handful of the rice I had made the night before and gave it to him.

I could literally feel him behind me, even though he wasn't standing close. I could feel the way his eyes were raking over me. I could hear the unasked questions.

Feeling uncomfortable, I looked out the back window out into the dark. "What are you doing here, Mark?"

"You couldn't even say you were heading out of town, Scotti?"

"For what?" I asked, feeling him move in behind me, but refusing to turn. His hands planted wide on the counter to my sides, bringing back the bright, vivid memory of him doing the exact same thing in his kitchen. "You had to have known what we had was temporary." God, those words were hard to force out. The truth often was.

"Maybe you saw it that way, Scotti. I didn't. I wanted more."

Those last three words were said right beside my ear, his warm breath making a shiver course its way through my system.

And they also sliced right through me.

The feeling was immediate and overwhelming.

"I wanted more too," I admitted, swallowing hard, using every bit of strength I possessed to not lean back into him. I needed to stand my ground. I needed to keep my wits about me.

"And yet..."

"And yet, I had to go. You knew I would. I knew I would. There was no way for me to ever stay in Navesink Bank. Hell, there's no way for me to even stay in this country."

"Since the fuck when?" Mark asked, sounding exasperated, moving away from me.

Feeling safe turning when he was a few feet away, I did.

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