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He heard me this time, I think because he stopped asking me questions.
"My jeans. The socks in my sneakers. Yasmine's pendant." I clutched the heart-shaped pendant that my friend and I had bought together. Both of ours had a photo of each other in it. A way to stay connected forever.
Slowly, I began to breath normally; and not like a freight train careening off the railroad tracks.
Chapter 9
Rowan
She was quiet when I drove her home. She'd rolled down the window of the truck on the passenger side and all but had her face hanging out.
She'd had a panic attack. I knew a little about them, and I'd guessed she was using a tactic to calm herself.
I'd done this to her.
I'd done this by saying fucking horrible things.
I'd said those things because watching Isha George had sparked a shift within me. I found myself wanting her with an intensity I'd never experienced before—and it wasn't just her body that I wanted, it was all of her. Heart, body and soul.
Isha was full of surprises. Seeing her interact with the ranch hands so effortlessly and charismatically was unexpected. They adored her.
Eddie told me, "She's somethin' special, boss. She's knockout beautiful but I want to take care of her, you understand? Not fuck her, but take care of her."
Clay said the same thing to me. She had visited him again to help him with his shoulder exercises, though he'd told me that she hadn't offered a massage, and he hadn't asked for one. I was relieved because if I had to think about her hands on him, I'd go out of my mind. Already, it killed me to know that Ace had fucked her, that he’d seen her come as I just had.
Christ. I ran a hand over my face, glancing at her.
I'd never seen a woman as beautiful as her when she orgasmed. And I'd slept with some beauties. Right then, as she’d come down, the flush on her face turning dewy, I'd understood what Eddie had said. Though I did want to fuck her, I also wanted to take care of her.
But women like her, that's what they did. They made sure a man took care of them.
But she didn't want you to even pay for her plane ticket, jackass.
“Are you okay?” I finally asked.
She turned to face me. “I’m fine.”
She wasn’t fine.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Fuckin’ hell! I couldn't get through to her. But then, did I deserve to? She has an orgasm, and you talk to her about sloppy seconds. I was an ass. That wasn't news to me. But she rattled my brain. She did something to me that was indescribable. Something that no one else had ever done.
I was obsessed with Isha. That's what this was. This need to know where she was all the time. Who she was with. Who she was talking to.
These past weeks I'd ignored work to be with her. I'd gotten to know her.
She was smart. No question about it. She beat me at chess every fucking time, and that was something new. She could talk politics, and actually discuss things that normally went over most people's heads. She was charming. Once she opened up, she was a delight.
"I was sure I'd meet Kevin Costner, you know."
I frowned. "What?"
"From Yellowstone. It's a show on the tele."
"You know that's not the real world."
