TMI by Patty Blount

Author:Patty Blount
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2013-06-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Meg

Meg hurried out of the house before her tears drowned her. She hadn’t touched the last step off the porch before Chase called her.

“Megan, wait!”

Meg huddled deeper into her hoodie and kept walking, frustration adding a strut to her stride. Why, why did Bailey say that?

“Leave me alone, Chase.”

“No! What the hell happened back there?”

Meg pressed her lips together and Chase cursed.

“Okay, I get that you and Bailey have secrets, but what she said hit you hard. I can see it. Tell me why.”

Meg whipped around. “I can’t. Don’t you get that?”

But of course, he didn’t.

“Well, explain it to me then!” He grabbed her by the arms, held her in place to glare at her with glittering eyes.

The breath stuck in her chest while Meg stared up at him. The Want, oh, God, it was back. It whispered in her ear that one kiss hadn’t killed her, so why not take another? The last time he’d been this close to her, she wondered when he’d gotten so tall…so strong. His hands on her pulled her closer, his grip tightening almost painfully. His eyes lowered to her mouth and darkened as he pulled her even closer. Meg didn’t want to stop him.

But she would.

She had to.

She took a step back. Stopped looking into his charmed eyes. That was the key—never look him in the eyes. Chase-charmed. She might have laughed if her heart didn’t hurt so much.

“Stop it, Megan!” Chase raked his hands through his hair and then closed the gap between them to get in her face. “Just stop. You want me. I know you do. So why the hell aren’t you with me?”

She stepped around him, strode to the opposite side of the street. “It’s not that simple, Chase.”

“Oh, it’s exactly that simple.” He sprinted and caught her by the elbow, spun her around to grab her shoulders. “Just tell me why. Why am I not good enough for you?” He shouted, gave her a little shake. “Do you want Simon’s millions?” His face changed into something else—something mean and foul. “Or maybe you want Ryder. You like Bailey’s guy, don’t you? All that concern and worry, that was just a show, right? You want him so you can talk art.”

Shock dropped her jaw. Anger reddened her vision. But it was pure fury that brought her hands up to shove him.

They stood on the street glaring at each other. He tugged down his hoodie and drew himself up to his full height. He raised wounded green eyes to hers and shook his head.

“Here.” He tossed a brochure at her. She fumbled and it fell to the ground. “I saw this at the museum and grabbed it for you because I thought—” Abruptly, he snapped his teeth together. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter what I thought. I’m done, Megan.” He shook his head again. “I’m…I’ve given you time and space and…and—all the patience I could squeeze out, but shit! It’s not enough. It’s never enough.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

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