You, And No Other. Lynda Sandoval

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СКАЧАТЬ her face. She fiddled her fingers together, finally settling on crossing her arms—just like she’d always done when she was nervous around him. Was she nervous? When he didn’t move, she offered him a brave, small smile. Happy? Anxious?

      Everything inside him twisted and tightened. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He was supposed to hate her.

      Her lips looked the same. Did they taste the same? And her thick, blond hair … would it still feel like mink against his palms?

      “Hi,” she said, her tone choked off.

      His well-honed composure crumbled, and all he wanted in that split second was her. Some uncontrollable insanity urged him to toss his vengeful plans out the window, then wrap her in his arms and whisper that everything was okay. They were adults now, and Chief Bishop no longer had a say in their choices. That evil SOB didn’t even have to be a part of their lives if they didn’t want him to be.

      Drunk on impulse and long-dead romantic dreams, he took two steps forward before he noticed her outfit: a Troublesome Gulch Police uniform. It stunned him like an uppercut from out of nowhere. So much for excising Chief from their lives.

      Oh, yeah. They didn’t have a life together.

      Remember? Never had, never would.

      Ugly reality settled over him like armor, which was exactly what he needed to survive this unexpected encounter. He cleared his throat, hardened his heart. “What are you doing here?”

      “I live here,” she said, easily.

      He didn’t want to hear the unspoken, and you don’t, but the implication ribboned through his brain unbidden. He raised one eyebrow and huffed. “Well, you have my sympathies in that respect.”

      Her smile faded into a look of confusion, which quickly transformed into something far more invasive and insightful. She cocked her head to the side, studying him with those laser-blue eyes that had always been able to see into his soul.

      Good thing he’d developed a nearly impenetrable emotional shell over the years. Still, his breathing shallowed. “What?”

      “Nice speech out there.”

      He didn’t need her approval. “What do you want, Cagney?”

      “At this point? A simple answer to a simple question.”

      He exhaled with impatience. “Make it fast. I have meetings,” he lied.

      “Oh, I will.” She paused until he looked at her. “If you hate Troublesome Gulch so much, then why did you bring your zillions here, to our hospital? And an art therapy wing, of all things.” Her tone was soft, unassuming. Her words were not. “It’s pretty puzzling.”

      She knew him.

      She’d always known him.

      He didn’t have to put up with this. After a moment’s hesitation, he shouldered gently past her and opened the limo’s back door.

      “Don’t you have a driver to do that kind of thing for you?”

      He threw his tie inside the plush vehicle, then shrugged out of his jacket and did the same with it. He turned to face her, disconcerted by how close she stood. He could smell the unique perfume of her skin, etched into his memory. Pine and wildflowers and woman. “I don’t believe in making people wait on me just because I earn more money than they do. I’m perfectly capable of opening my own door.”

      “Fair enough.” She shrugged. “But then, why the limo? Isn’t that sort of service the whole point?”

      Valid question. Damn it. He silently castigated himself, then muttered, “Seemed fitting under the circumstances.”

      “Ah, the circumstances.” Another pointed pause. “You haven’t answered my first question. Why here? Why this particular donation?”

      Revenge was the honest answer. An eye for an eye. Paybacks. He wanted to hurt her like she’d hurt him. Worse. Of course, he couldn’t come right out and say that.

      He dragged his gaze over the length of her body, ending at her face. “Maybe I thought you’d followed your dreams, though by the look of your work attire, I’m obviously mistaken.”

      Her cheeks reddened as though he’d slapped her.

      A surge of remorse bolted through him.

      Then again, why should it? After the way she’d destroyed him, he shouldn’t feel bad about anything he said to her.

      “You could’ve asked.” She shrugged. “I’ve always been here. Number’s in the book.”

      Right. He struggled for a plausible explanation. “Maybe I did it for you, Cagney. Ever thought of that?” He held both palms up. “My error, since you seem to have taken a different path.”

      Seemingly impervious to his icy demeanor, she hiked her chin. “Use your words as weapons all you want, but I don’t believe that.”

      He frowned, feeling off-kilter and not liking it one bit. She was so together, so steady. “Don’t believe what?”

      She gestured toward the hospital. “That you’d do something like … this art therapy wing … for me.”

      His gaze narrowed. “Yeah? Why not? Finally learn to hate me from your old man?”

      She paused again, but he could see the slight tremor of her hands. “If anyone has learned hate and anger, it’s obviously you.”

      It pained him that he couldn’t deny it. He looked away.

      “I don’t believe you’d do something this … huge … for me because you never even talked to me again, never let me explain what happened,” she said in a level tone.

      “Which is what you wanted.”

      “No, it wasn’t.” She spread her arms, the first show of frustration pinking her cheeks. “You actually switched colleges, Jonas. After everything you and I had gone through to get there together. You declined your hard-earned financial aid package and disappeared. Never told a soul where you’d gone. Forgive me for stating the obvious, but clearly it was what you wanted.”

      A boost of anger emboldened him. Now he was to blame? Frowning, he leaned closer and lowered his tone. “Why would I stay in touch after what happened? Go through with our so-called plans? Your feelings were abundantly clear.”

      To her credit, she held her ground. “They weren’t. You never gave me the chance to discuss my feelings before you hightailed it out of here, forwarding address unknown.” She shook her head. “The going got a little tough, Jonas, and you ran. Without a single word.”

      “That’s bull.”

      “Why can’t you own up to it?”

      Now he was pissed. “I have to go.”

      “Going getting tough again?”

      “Drop it. I’m СКАЧАТЬ