The Gamble (Colorado Mountain #1)(179)
“Oh honey, my pleasure. I’ll lay all my troubles on you, you like it so much.”
“Take care.”
“Yeah, you too. Hope to see you soon.”
“Bye.”
“Later, honey.”
The answering machine beeped the end of the message.
“Max –”
He interrupted me, “How long have you known?”
“Um…”
Suddenly, he leaned forward and roared, “How long have you known!”
My heart lodged in my throat, I jumped and moved back two paces, scared silent.
“Fuckin’ answer me,” he growled.
This was it. This was it.
Oh God, I knew it. It always went bad.
He couldn’t even bear me knowing she existed.
I couldn’t do this; I couldn’t participate in this ending. I just had to get out.
I turned and ran to the stairs but didn’t get there. Max’s hand wrapped firm around my wrist, I came to a jerking halt and then he yanked on my hand, twisting it around my back, effectively twirling me so my front slammed into his. Then he released my hand but his arms came around me like vices.
“Don’t run away from me, Nina,” he clipped.
“Let me go,” I whispered.
“Answer the f**king question.”
I shook my head but answered, “Arlene told me at The Dog that night when Damon hit me.”
“Christ, you’ve known a week,” he bit this off as if it infuriated him even further.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please, let me go.”
“You’ve known a week,” he repeated.
“Yes, Max. Now please, let me go.”
“You didn’t say a word.”
I blinked and tried to focus through my fear on his enraged face. “Sorry?”
“You didn’t say a f**king word,” he repeated, squeezing me with his arms on the word “f*cking”.
He wasn’t making sense and I decided to attempt to calm him down so I could get my head sorted, plan the steps to leaving him, take them one at a time and then get out of there, out of Colorado, go home and find some way to pick up the tattered threads of my life.
“I know this upsets you,” I said softly.
“Yeah, you do?” he clipped back sarcastically.
“I’m sorry.”
“About what?”
“That I know.”
His brows knit over narrowed eyes. “You’re sorry you know about Anna?”
“I know you didn’t want me to.”
His body jerked then he barked in my face, “What the f**k?”
“I know you were very –”
His face was still in mine when he growled, “You don’t know shit.”
I clamped my mouth shut and swallowed. Calming him wasn’t working and his intense fury was scaring the hell out of me. I could feel my heart beating in my neck, in my wrists and even against his chest.
I finally pulled up the courage to whisper, “Max, please let me go.”
“Explain,” he demanded instead of letting me go.
I shook my head, short, confused shakes. “Sorry?”
“Explain how you know I didn’t want you to know about Anna,” he ordered.
“I –”
He cut me off. “When I’ve been wrackin’ my brain since you curled up to me in order to get in Shauna’s face because you thought she’d humiliated me and you wanted to get mine back for me and I knew, I knew a woman who’d stand by me, especially one I barely knew who’d do that for me, thinkin’ what you mighta been thinkin’ after Shauna ran her f**kin’ mouth, I knew what that woman would mean to me, so, once it came clear how your crazy, f**ked up head works, I’ve been wrackin’ my brain how I’d tell you about my dead wife.”
I blinked then breathed, “What?”
“You get a hangnail, Nina, you’d use it to drive a wedge between us.”
“I –”
“Don’t deny it.”
“But –”
“And all this time, you knew.”
“Max –” he suddenly let me go and stepped away, glaring at me and I stopped speaking.
“So, you knew the shit’s been goin’ on in my head this past week.”
I shook my head again, those short, sharp, confused shakes. “No.”
“You know how she died?”
“I… I know Curt killed her.”
“So you knew the shit’s been goin’ on in my head this past week.”
“Max –”
“Curt killed her and the week he dies, the week that shit comes back up after years of it stayin’ buried is the week I fall in love with another woman.”
A jolt of electricity bolted through me and all I could do was stare.
Max didn’t seem to notice. “When Mick came to my door that night to tell me about the accident, to tell me Bitsy had to be cut clear and would probably never walk again, to tell me Curt walked away without even a f**kin’ scratch, to tell me Anna was dead at the scene, I knew never again, I’d never let it happen to me again. Then you drove up to my house in a goddamned snowstorm.”