Rock Chick Redemption (Rock Chick #3)(78)

I watched him work to get control, a muscle moved in his jaw. Al the while, he kept his beautiful eyes on me.

I felt the burning in my nostrils and took a deep breath to keep the tears at bay.

When I saw he had control, I whispered, “I’m glad it wasn’t you who found me. I couldn’t have… I wouldn’t have been able to live with it if you saw me that way.” At that, his arms slid around me.

“Fuck, Roxie,” he said over my head.

I put my arms around him and sucked back more tears.

I hated it. I hated it with everything I was, but I was so right. This Bil y business was going to be between Hank and me forever. I felt anger shoot through my body and if Bil y had walked up just then, I would have ripped his head off.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t f**king fair. I hated people who It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t f**king fair. I hated people who whined about what wasn’t fair but if anything wasn’t fair, this sure the hel wasn’t.

A fair life would have brought Hank to me without anything between us.

I took a broken breath, the tears stil threatening. I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek against Hank’s shoulder and I prayed. I prayed for this al to be over soon so I could go, so I could pick up the pieces of my life.

I prayed for Hank too, so he could move on and find someone he deserved, someone strong and smart and good. Someone he could talk to about his day. Someone who made him grin. Someone who liked his dog. Someone who put mulberry-scented candles in his house. Someone who had powdered sugar in the cupboard and cream cheese in the fridge so she could make him better French toast than I’d made; the special kind with the sweetened cream cheese spread in the middle.

Someone who didn’t get shot at.

Someone who didn’t get kidnapped.

Someone who didn’t make him put his fist through a wal .

Someone who hadn’t spent nearly seven years of their life sleeping with a criminal.

Someone better than me.

Hank pul ed slightly away but kept his arms around me.

I looked up at him, pushed my prayers deep down, where he couldn’t see, and I smiled at him.

“Can I cal Vance now?” I asked.

“I’m payin’ him back,” Hank answered.

I sighed.

I sighed.

“Stubborn,” I grumbled, giving in.

A hint of a smile came into his eyes and he rested his forehead against mine. “Sunshine?” he cal ed.

“Yeah?”

“Whatever I saw you thinkin’ just now…”

Shit.

I hadn’t hidden it fast enough.

I held my breath.

“Get it out of your f**kin’ head.”

“Hank.”

“Promise me.”

“Hank!”

“Roxanne,” he used his authoritative voice.

“So. What? Now you’re gonna tel me what to think?” I asked, pul ing my head back and taking my hands from around him and putting them on my hips.

He shook his head.

“You just said –” I started.

“Okay, think whatever you want.”

“Wel , thank you,” I said, uppity.

He grinned.

His mouth came to mine. “But consider yourself warned.

Your mind wanders down that path again, I’l be forced to turn it to other things.”

Before I could respond, he showed me what he meant.

He kissed me, deep.

My brains scrambled and then I wasn’t thinking anything at al .

Chapter Seventeen

“Frightmare”

Hank took me to his place and I changed my shoes.

Then I rooted through his drawers and pul ed out a University of Colorado sweatshirt and I switched out of my lush cardigan into the sweatshirt.

“I’m confiscating this,” I told him when I walked into the kitchen.

His was leaning, h*ps against the counter, writing notes one-handed on a pad that was sitting on the counter to his right. He looked at me and then his eyes dropped to the sweatshirt, which was so big it was almost a dress.

Then they got lazy. “Come here,” he said low.

“No, we have to go. I’m gonna be late.”

“Come here,” he repeated.

“No! You have to get to work.”

“You can come here or…” he started.

I knew where this was going.

“Oh, al right,” I gave in.

I went to him.

He kissed me dizzy, it got heated, there was some groping and we went to Al y’s late.

* * * * *

We walked into Al y’s and nearly everyone was there but Daisy. “Yo Bitch!” Annette yel ed at me. “Yo dude!” she yel ed at

“Yo Bitch!” Annette yel ed at me. “Yo dude!” she yel ed at Hank.

Hank smiled at her.

She gawked at him, momentarily stunned by his smile and then turned to me and nodded her head slowly. “Nice,” she drawled.

I rol ed my eyes.

“Like the sweatshirt,” Al y said, leaning back and taking me in and then she introduced me to her boyfriend, Carl.

He was good-looking; tal , blond, blue-eyed and grinning at Hank. A knowing grin that made me feel slightly bothered but, weirdly, in a good way.

“We need to talk,” Hank said to him.