Название: Dark Nights: Mistress of the Underground / The Vampire Affair
Автор: Livia Reasoner
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472041333
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Guilt. Fear. Love. He could have named any of them and been speaking the truth. But then he’d have to explain something that defied explanation. The damn secret society.
“I’m worried about you,” he said. “You’re in danger.”
She shook her head. “You don’t know that….”
“The flowers, the car…”
“That all could have been a mistake,” she insisted stubbornly.
How had he forgotten how stubborn Paige could be? It was one of the things he loved about her. “You can’t take that chance. And neither can I,” he said. “Let me move in here. Let me take care of you.”
She laughed again, but this time tears sparkled in her eyes. “Oh, Ben, that would only set us both up for disappointment.”
“What do you mean?” If she was worried about him falling for her again, it was already too late. He had never fallen out of love with her, and he worried that he never would—no matter that they had no future.
“You keep leaving,” she reminded him. “You just take off, with no warning, with no explanation of where you’re going or where you’ve been.”
“I’m a doctor, Paige,” he said. “You knew that when you married me. You knew I’d work long hours and be on call twenty-four seven.”
She shook her head. “Maybe when you were an intern you needed to work those crazy hours. But not now.”
“I have patients. I have a responsibility to them.” No matter what they were.
“What about us?”
He flinched. “I know, Paige. I wasn’t there for you…like I should have been.”
“And you can’t promise that it’ll be different now,” she pointed out.
Despite all his secrets, she really knew him too well. “No,” he admitted with a heavy sigh.
“You can’t protect me if you’re not here.”
“I’ll be here,” he vowed. “I’ll stick close to you.”
She shook her head. “Don’t make a promise you’ve never been able to keep.”
He pushed a hand through his still-damp hair and sighed. Damn it to hell, but she was right, as usual. It was another of her traits that had charmed as much as it had annoyed him.
“You always leave me,” she reminded him, the tears overflowing her eyes to trail down her face like the rain on the window. “So do what you do best…leave.”
He sucked in a breath of pain over her resolute rejection. “Paige?”
“And this time, don’t come back,” she said. “I can’t keep doing this.”
“But playing these games was your idea,” he reminded her, with a flash of anger.
He had tried to do the right thing; he’d tried to stay away from her after the divorce. But after a few months of no contact, she’d starting coming to him. A blow job at his office. A quickie in the backseat of his SUV. She’d shown up sporadically, weeks or sometimes months passing before she came to him again. And so desperate to see her, to touch her, to taste her, he’d started coming to her.
“It was a mistake,” she said, “to think that we could keep it light and unemotional. We’ve never been about fun and games.” She released a shuddery breath. “We’re all about secrets and pain.”
“I’m sorry.” Not just about the pain he’d caused her…but the pain she would not let him protect her from.
Paige held back her tears until the door closed behind Ben. But then, instead of shedding them, she blinked them away. She’d cried enough over him.
Her body hummed with the pleasure he’d given her—again and again. And over the past four years, she’d kept seeking him out for more. She hadn’t imagined the pleasure only he could give her, but she had forgotten the subsequent pain.
She couldn’t move on with her life if she kept him in her life. Even if she was really in danger, he couldn’t protect her. He could only cause her more pain, just as she had caused him.
Her heart contracted as she remembered the look on his face—the raw pain of her rejection. He hadn’t looked that upset even when she’d divorced him. In fact, she’d often thought that he’d looked more relieved than hurt when she’d served him with papers.
He hadn’t been relieved tonight. She wouldn’t kid herself that it was because he loved her. He had agreed with everything she’d said and was acting more out of obligation than love.
But it was time she protected herself. And she couldn’t do that by hiding away. That little voice in her head might be convinced she didn’t belong at Club Underground, but Paige was not.
At the moment, she had nowhere else to go.
Ben expelled a breath but hesitated before drawing in another. He hated the smell of this place. The stench of the blood, the death, the sewer…
Sebastian shuddered. “Why’d we have to talk here?”
“Paige can’t see us together,” Ben said.
And she was out there, just beyond the steel door, down the hall in her office. The club had closed for the night; all the patrons had left but she had yet to go home. God, she was stubborn.
“Why not?” Sebastian asked. “I can’t talk to my ex-brother-in-law?”
Ben shook his head. “Not now. She’ll know what we’re talking about.”
“What are we talking about?” Sebastian asked.
“Her,” Ben replied. “You have to stick close to her. She won’t let me.”
Because she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. She wouldn’t take his calls or return his messages except to leave one of her own. I don’t want to see you. Or talk to you anymore. Please leave me alone….
He’d erased the message, but he would never forget the words—or the conviction in her voice. She’d been hurt and confused when she’d served him with divorce papers. She wasn’t confused anymore; she was certain she didn’t want him in her life.
“She won’t let me protect her, either,” Sebastian admitted with a heavy sigh. “It doesn’t matter if she sees us together or not. She keeps accusing me of hovering. She insists she’s not in any danger.”
“We both know better.”
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