The Winner Takes It All. Alison Roberts

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      Her appetite disappeared.

      Cullen returned to the living room with a steaming cup of coffee. “You look better today.”

      “I’m getting there.” Physically, at least. Emotionally was another story. She rubbed her thumb against her fingertips. “You must be tired after working all night. Go to bed. I’ll be fine while you sleep.”

      He raised his cup of coffee. “I got my second wind.”

      Maybe she should take a nap and give them a break from each other. She nearly laughed. Running off was Cullen’s typical avoidance tactic, not hers.

      “What’s so funny?” he asked.

      He’d been honest before. It was her turn. She met his gaze. “I’m surprised you’re still here.”

      He sipped his coffee. “Where would I go?”

      “Anywhere I’m not.”

      “That’s—”

      “What you used to do,” she interrupted. “Whenever things were really good between us or when we’d disagree, you always disappeared to the hospital, some mountain-rescue thing, wherever else you could go.”

      He tugged at his polo-shirt collar. “I only did what I needed to do.”

      “Exactly.”

      She had never entered into the equation. It was almost as if he were different people. The Doctor. The Mountain Rescuer. The Lover. The Husband was the one role he hadn’t seemed to embrace.

      “I don’t want to argue,” he said.

      “We’re not arguing,” she countered. “We’re having a discussion.”

      He took a sip of his coffee. “Let’s take a short walk outside instead.”

      She drummed her fingers on the sofa arm. “You’re doing it again.”

      “Doing what?”

      “Running away.”

      “I invited you on a walk.”

      “You’re trying to change the subject because you don’t want to talk.”

      “All you want to do is talk, even when there’s nothing to discuss.”

      Ouch. His words stung. “I’ll shut up, then.”

      “That’s not…” He dragged his hand through his hair. “Let’s go for a walk. I don’t want us to fight.”

      “This isn’t anywhere close to fighting,” she explained. “Sometimes when my parents fought, the police got involved. One of my stepfathers burned our clothes in the front yard. And my ex-fiancé…”

      “Did he hurt you?”

      “Not physically. But Dylan’s words could be as powerful as a fist.”

      Cullen reached for her.

      She moved away from him. His compassion and tenderness were not what she needed right now. “I’m not proud I allowed it to happen for as long as it did or wasn’t the one to break up, but at least I knew where I stood with him.”

      “You know how I feel…felt about you. There’s no reason to bring this up now.” He stood. “I’m going for a walk. If you’d rather stay inside…”

      “No.” The word spewed from her mouth like lava out of Mount Etna. “I want to go outside.”

      “Then let’s go.”

      Five minutes later she found herself standing on Cullen’s driveway in her boots and wearing a jacket. The sharp scent of pine wafted on the breeze. Sunlight kissed her cheeks. She breathed in, filling her lungs with the crisp mountain air.

      “Isn’t this better than arguing inside?” Cullen asked.

      “It’s nice, but the inside wasn’t so bad,” she said. “The best part of disagreeing is making up.”

      “I don’t think so.”

      “That’s because you never stuck around for the make-up sex.”

      Cullen started to speak, then pressed his lips together.

      Humming a little tune, Sarah walked away from him. For the first time in a long while, she had the upper hand. She wanted to savor the moment.

      Leaves and twigs crunched under her feet. She walked along the edge of the road.

      He caught up to her. “So, is there a statute of limitation on make-up sex?”

      Sarah froze. That was…unexpected. She looked over at him.

      Wicked laughter lit his eyes. “Seems I missed out.”

      She raised her chin. “Your loss.”

      His charming smile unleashed a colony of bats in her stomach. “Yours, too.”

      Darn him. This was what he always did. Turn off the serious side. Get all sexy and fun and flirty. Make her insides hot and gooey. He hadn’t changed one bit.

      She casually lifted one shoulder, but her heart pounded like a jackhammer. “You win some. You lose some.”

      He stepped closer to her. Too close for anything other than kissing her.

      He wouldn’t, would he? She gulped, not sure what she wanted the answer to be. Okay, she knew. But yes wasn’t the correct response if she wanted to play it safe.

      He cocked a brow. “So the statute…”

      It was up to her. Temptation flared, only to be tempered by common sense. What she wanted warred with what she needed, but self-preservation reigned supreme.

      Her fingernails dug into her palms. “Expired.”

      Sarah marched down the road as if her life depended on putting distance between them. Her abdomen ached. She kept going. She didn’t know where she was going. She didn’t care.

      Cullen grabbed her hand. “Slow down. You’ll hurt yourself.”

      “I’m fine.”

      “No, you’re not. You’re mad at me. Even madder than you were inside.”

      She pursed her lips. She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of being right.

      “I know this because you have a crease between your eyebrows.”

      Sarah touched the spot.

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