out. She shoved bare feet into boots, unwilling to take the time to find socks. Zeke stood in the doorway when she exited the closet, but he gave way to her shoulder, allowing her to storm down the hall while he trailed behind.
Savagely wrapping a scarf around her neck, Ginny shoved her arms into a black biker’s jacket.
“The roads are still shit out there.”
Grabbing her keys from the hook, she ducked under his arm and headed for the garage. She heard Zeke give a low growl behind her and didn’t give a shit.
“Where are you going?”
“You’re the detective. Figure it out,” she snapped, sliding behind the Charger’s wheel. He stepped behind the car as she turned over the ignition and hit the garage door opener. She met his gaze in the rearview mirror, and the powerful engine roared in the close confines. The glow of reverse lights bathed him for a moment, and with a curse she couldn’t hear, he stepped aside.
The tires barked on the garage floor as she smashed the gas pedal to the floor. The brakes didn’t respond as well when she hit the icy road, and the Charger’s rear end jumped the curb across the street. Glancing up at her husband, now walking down the drive, Ginny didn’t give him another chance. Wrenching the stick down, she hit the gas with a little more finesse and, steering through the fishtail, swung around the corner and down the block.
Her cell phone started ringing before she even made it to Kat’s. Silencing Zeke’s ring, she tossed the offending piece of equipment into the backseat.
Zeke’s hand tightened dangerously around his phone, and it took every ounce of control he had not to shatter the damn thing against the nearest wall. What the fuck was her problem? Lately she went from normal to psycho in sixty seconds. He was trying hard to cut her some slack after everything she had been through, but she was pushing her luck. Putting herself needlessly in danger was a big no-no, and she knew it. Her stunt with the car wasn’t going to fly. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he made another call.
Kat opened the door before Ginny even reached the front porch.
“Are you crazy?”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“Your old man is pissed,” Crux said with a pointed look.
Ginny made a face at him. “He’ll get over it. He’s on my shit list too.”
Crux pursed his lips, as if weighing his next comment. Kat stroked his arm, shooting Gin a look as she hastily interjected, “He wants you to call and let him know you made it safe.”
“I want him to stop treating me like spun glass and fuck me, but you see where that’s gotten me.”
Kat sucked in a breath at her friend’s bitter comment. Crux gave both women a hard look and disappeared into the other room.
“Jesus,” Kat hissed when he was gone. “Are you trying to get us both killed?”
Ginny slumped. “Right now I’d like to draw any passion out of Zeke, even if it is anger. I’m just so tired of him tiptoeing around me like I’m going to break at any moment.”
Kat grimaced in sympathy and tugged her friend towards the sunny breakfast nook off the kitchen.
“He loves you,” she said, the words sounding lame even to her own ears.
“Oh, I know he does. He’s really trying, Kat. He’s been so patient and…and protective. It’s just that I want my damn husband back.”
“You should enjoy the pampering while you can. I’m loving it,” Kat said with a little giggle as she waited on the cappuccino.
Ginny shook her head. “It’s not the same. You’re prego. You deserve it. This is pity pampering. It’s like I’m not even me. What if he never gets over it, Kat? What if things never go back to normal?”
“What don’t you think he is going to get over, Gin. This didn’t happen to him.”
“I’m just afraid that he will never be able to look at me again and not think about Kramer and what happened. I was raped. Yes. It was horrible. Yes. But I need to be able to move on. I can’t let
Savagely wrapping a scarf around her neck, Ginny shoved her arms into a black biker’s jacket.
“The roads are still shit out there.”
Grabbing her keys from the hook, she ducked under his arm and headed for the garage. She heard Zeke give a low growl behind her and didn’t give a shit.
“Where are you going?”
“You’re the detective. Figure it out,” she snapped, sliding behind the Charger’s wheel. He stepped behind the car as she turned over the ignition and hit the garage door opener. She met his gaze in the rearview mirror, and the powerful engine roared in the close confines. The glow of reverse lights bathed him for a moment, and with a curse she couldn’t hear, he stepped aside.
The tires barked on the garage floor as she smashed the gas pedal to the floor. The brakes didn’t respond as well when she hit the icy road, and the Charger’s rear end jumped the curb across the street. Glancing up at her husband, now walking down the drive, Ginny didn’t give him another chance. Wrenching the stick down, she hit the gas with a little more finesse and, steering through the fishtail, swung around the corner and down the block.
Her cell phone started ringing before she even made it to Kat’s. Silencing Zeke’s ring, she tossed the offending piece of equipment into the backseat.
Zeke’s hand tightened dangerously around his phone, and it took every ounce of control he had not to shatter the damn thing against the nearest wall. What the fuck was her problem? Lately she went from normal to psycho in sixty seconds. He was trying hard to cut her some slack after everything she had been through, but she was pushing her luck. Putting herself needlessly in danger was a big no-no, and she knew it. Her stunt with the car wasn’t going to fly. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he made another call.
Kat opened the door before Ginny even reached the front porch.
“Are you crazy?”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“Your old man is pissed,” Crux said with a pointed look.
Ginny made a face at him. “He’ll get over it. He’s on my shit list too.”
Crux pursed his lips, as if weighing his next comment. Kat stroked his arm, shooting Gin a look as she hastily interjected, “He wants you to call and let him know you made it safe.”
“I want him to stop treating me like spun glass and fuck me, but you see where that’s gotten me.”
Kat sucked in a breath at her friend’s bitter comment. Crux gave both women a hard look and disappeared into the other room.
“Jesus,” Kat hissed when he was gone. “Are you trying to get us both killed?”
Ginny slumped. “Right now I’d like to draw any passion out of Zeke, even if it is anger. I’m just so tired of him tiptoeing around me like I’m going to break at any moment.”
Kat grimaced in sympathy and tugged her friend towards the sunny breakfast nook off the kitchen.
“He loves you,” she said, the words sounding lame even to her own ears.
“Oh, I know he does. He’s really trying, Kat. He’s been so patient and…and protective. It’s just that I want my damn husband back.”
“You should enjoy the pampering while you can. I’m loving it,” Kat said with a little giggle as she waited on the cappuccino.
Ginny shook her head. “It’s not the same. You’re prego. You deserve it. This is pity pampering. It’s like I’m not even me. What if he never gets over it, Kat? What if things never go back to normal?”
“What don’t you think he is going to get over, Gin. This didn’t happen to him.”
“I’m just afraid that he will never be able to look at me again and not think about Kramer and what happened. I was raped. Yes. It was horrible. Yes. But I need to be able to move on. I can’t let
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