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“Because it wasn’t right.”
Hunt raised a brow. “How so?”
Kenna closed her watery eyes for a second, tears slipping past her lashes and rolling over her nose and cheek. “We were saying good-night.”
Max caught what she didn’t say. Marcus wasn’t going inside with her. She ended the date before they ate, and she hadn’t planned to spend the night with him in her bed.
His little green monster settled down for a nap.
Not that he had any right to be jealous. Still. He couldn’t help it.
Kenna had been his. She would still be his if she’d believed in him.
“Then what happened?” Hunt asked, his words soft and gentle.
“I turned to the door and saw the broken frame. I didn’t think.” She raised her fisted hand and pounded it against the side of her head three times.
Hunt caught her wrist. “Stop. You’ll hurt yourself more.”
Max had never seen her so distressed.
The doctor held the needle and thread away from her to be sure she’d settled again.
Kenna squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s my fault.”
Hunt sighed, turned, and stared at Max.
He didn’t have an answer for why she’d say that, why she’d even think it. She was a good person. She’d never hurt anyone.
Well, she hurt him. But she never set out to do that.
“It was so stupid to think about the watch and not that someone could get hurt.”
Max’s heart triple-timed in his chest.
“There must be something really special about that watch,” Hunt blurted out.
Max didn’t want to hear that answer. He knew it already.
“It’s stupid to hold on to something so hard that isn’t yours. But I can’t let it go.” The words spilled out of Kenna like a confession and a tide she couldn’t stop. “I keep it by my bed and hold it when I go to sleep. And it’s like time stops and I’m back there. With him. When we were happy.” Kenna seemed to catch herself. She gasped and pressed her lips tightly closed. “Don’t tell him.” She gripped Hunt’s hand. “Please. You can’t tell him.”
“I won’t,” Hunt assured her, catching on that she was talking about something of his. The watch he’d alwaysworn and left at her place and never went back for after they split.
It took Kenna another minute to continue. “I didn’t care about the rest of the stuff. None of it mattered.”
He couldn’t believe something of his still meant so much to her.
What did that mean?
“I didn’t hear anyone... but then he came out of my room and...”
“And what?” Hunt prompted her.
“He came right at me. He was huge. Six-two. Built like a tank. All in black. A leather jacket with some kind of patches on it.”
“Did you get a look at his face?”
She paled considerably. “I...”
