Bad for You (Sea Breeze #7)(58)

I closed the door behind me and glared at him. “Don’t refer to what I do with Blythe as f**king.”

Green’s eyes went wide, and he ran a hand through his hair then laughed. “Holy shit,” he said, then threw up his arms in the air. “What is this with her then? You gonna tell me that you love her? Because, man, I know you. You don’t do that. You don’t act like this.”

I wasn’t that guy anymore. “I do with her,” I replied, then dropped my keys on the table and walked toward the kitchen. I had made Blythe coffee and walked her to her car this morning. I made her promise to wake me up when she got up and she had. Seeing her first thing in the morning was even better than I imagined. Green was not going to ruin this for me. I had held her sleepy body against me and kissed her face.

“Not done talking,” he called out after me.

“Nothing to talk about,” I replied, grabbing the coffeepot to pour myself a cup. I was exhausted, but I had some things to handle today. First thing was Britt. She had called and texted me fifteen f**king times last night before I’d had to turn my phone off. I hadn’t wanted Blythe to see that. Britt needed to know I was unavailable, to back the hell off and go find another booty call.

“Are you in love with her? Just answer me that. Because if that’s it, I get it. But if this is some insane obsession you’ve got, then you need help. Because the way you’re acting is whack”

“I love her. She fills the void. She’s my soul.”

Green leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen and stared at me. I turned back to my coffee and took a sip. He had wanted to know. Fine. Now he knew. Nothing was going to be the same. I was different, and I never wanted to go back.

“Well, I’ll be goddamned,” he muttered.

“Probably,” I agreed, and smiled at him over my coffee cup.

He laughed. “Fucker.”

Banging on our door almost caused me to spill my coffee. Green froze then glanced back at the door. “What the hell? You piss your sister off again?” he grumbled, then headed for the door. Setting my cup down, I followed him. I hadn’t done anything to bring Trisha beating on my door again. That couldn’t be her.

He jerked the door open, and Britt came barreling past him with a tear-streaked face and wild eyes. “You!” She pointed at me. “I called you over and over, you motherf*cker! I left you messages, damn you. Did you listen to any of them? Or were you too busy with your shiny new toy?”

“Oh, shit,” Green said, and stepped away from Britt as she flung her arms around, yelling.

“Shoulda took the hint,” I replied, annoyed that she was causing such a scene. We were never a f**king couple. She was easy and she wasn’t clingy. This shit was not okay.

‘Took the hint?” she spit. “Took the f**king hint? Are you kidding me?” she continued yelling.

“It’s early, babe. Could you bring it down a notch or ten?” Green said from the spot across the room he had moved to.

She held her hand up as if to block him out. “Don’t act like I am crazy. Don’t look at me with that stupid annoyed glare. Do not treat me that way. I never asked anything of you. You were Krit freaking Corbin. I was lucky you f**ked me more than once. I knew that, and I was pathetic enough to take what I could get. But now you think you can toss me out and ignore my calls. That’s not gonna fly this time, ass**le. You finally f**ked up.” Her yelling had turned to a cold, calculating tone. She took a step toward me then she placed a hand on her stomach. “You got me pregnant. Now it’s time to grow up.”

Fear was too weak of a word. Unadulterated terror was more like it. I was having a nightmare. This wasn’t really happening. Not now. Not now. “No!” I roared, slamming my fist into the wall and glaring at the woman standing between me and the only thing I wanted in the world.

“That condom that broke two months ago? Remember that? I’ve not slept with anyone but you in two months. Just you. Face it. You’re gonna be a daddy, Krit Corbin.” The pleased tone in her voice made me want to grab her around the neck and squeeze until she couldn’t breathe. She was reveling in this. I hated her.

“Get her away from me,” I snarled, moving from her. I was going to snap if she didn’t shut up. I didn’t hit women. I never had. But the terror clawing at me had me wanting to destroy everything in my path. I picked up a lamp and slung it across the room, then turned back to look at Green. “Get. Her. Away. From. Me.”

He moved, his eye wide. The pain I saw reflected there was more than I could handle. He knew it too. He knew what this meant. Fuck! No! I had to fix it. I had to save myself. If I lost her . . .

My legs gave out as the door behind me closed. I wrapped my arms around myself and held on. Everything was there in my hands. My world. My heart. My soul. Blythe held it all. She was all I wanted.

And I would lose her.

A sob tore from my chest, and I threw my head back and cried for the first time since I was nine years old and my mother had told me I was her biggest mistake.

Chapter Twenty

BLYTHE

The familiar white bag entered the room before Linc did. He stuck his head around the corner and held it up higher. “So, this is my peace offering for running off the other day.”

Laughing, I put the phone down. I had been going to call the florist and do the orders that Pastor Keenan had laid on my desk for a funeral. “Accepted only if there’s cream in that doughnut and sprinkles on top,” I said.