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come and go in your world. Not in mine. I don’t operate like that. It’s best you go find someone more suited to your taste.”
    I’m actually holding my breath as I wait for his response.
    ~*~
    The man has thick skin. Nothing I say can insult him.
    He smiles. “You’re right, you’re not like them,” he says. “But you made me a deal and I don’t go back on ‘em. A deal is a deal.”
    He takes one step back and I take a deep breath but I still get a lung full of him.
    “I need three more to crack your code,” he says. The way he says it makes my breathing speed up. He’s adamant. There’s determination written all over his face.
    “It was stupid of me to say. I was overwhelmed with the attack and you being all Rambo like. Forget about it.” He just shakes his head lightly, he’s not backing off.
    I can’t let him get a foothold in the door. I’ll be so screwed. Insulting him doesn’t work so then there’s only one thing left to do. Scare him off.
    “Holden,” I snap and I let my anger bubble up. The anger I always feel but keep on strict lockdown. “Go get some healthy, triple D, pin up chick to fuck. You don’t want the girl who’s tired all the time. You don’t want the girl with the fake smiles.” Dammit, I’m gonna cry. When I get angry I cry. “You don’t want the girl who passes out just because she skips a meal.” I push by him and head back in. “I’m tired,” I whisper.
    I don’t make it to the kitchen. He takes hold of my arm and pulls me back, right up against his chest and then his arms wrap around me. He just holds me. And this time I cry.
    I like ugly cry.
    Because I do like him and I don’t want to. Because I’m tired and I want to feel alive. Because I’m alone and I want to belong to someone.
    I cry because I’m scared, I’m just scared of life and living it alone. Morgan is settled in a great job. I wonder if she’s really happy alone or if she feels the same as me since Momma and Daddy died. Morgan is everything I’m not. She’s strong and vibrant. She’s healthy. If she sees something she wants she gets it. I’m not jealous of my sister, but I wish I was more like her.
    ~*~

Chapter Five
     
    Wyatt~
    I wonder if this is what Aiden felt like. She’s right, there are plenty of girls out there but what I felt when I kissed her was amazing. I want to feel it again.
    I’m not happy that she’s rattling my cage. Not one bit. But the harder she tries to push me away the more I want to know why.
    I can see she’s tired but then why doesn’t she sleep? And the fake smile thing struck a cord. She sounds just like me. For those few minutes she stood there trying to convince me why I shouldn’t be interested in her, she described me to a T.
    So instead of leaving like I should when she heads into the house, I go after her. I grab hold of her arm to turn her back to me and then I see her red-rimmed eyes. She’s trying so hard to keep the wall up. I pull her against my chest and she caves. She cries.
    Is this how it felt for Zac?
    I’ve had victims cry on me before but this is different. This girl I want to hold and for some reason beyond my understanding I want to make it all better for her.
    I move my hand up into her hair and press her head under my chin, while I hold her closer.
    “I’m sorry for being such an ass,” I apologize because for the first time I feel the need to. “But, can you blame a guy,” I revert to joking to try and cheer her up, “you can’t go walkin’ around in just two pieces of fabric and expect a guy to not try.”
    “Fine, from now on I’ll wear ugly old slacks and sweaters,” she tries to tease back her voice hoarse from crying.
    “You’re already deprivin’ me of sex, don’t go deprivin’ me of the sight of you. By all means walk around naked. Don’t let me stop you,” I tease her and it’s working, because the tears are stopping.
    She pushes away from me and glances up. Head over fucking heels. I’ve heard that