“How could you do this? It’s only five o’clock! Nobody gets up this early!” He climbed in the other side, and moments later, they pulled away from the abandoned lot. The chill of the vinyl upholstery against her bare legs brought her instantly awake and reminded her that she wore only his gray T-shirt and a pair of ice blue bikini underpants. Without a word, he carried her outside into the chilly morning air, tossed her into the cab of the truck, and slammed the door. The next thing she knew, he was picking her up. She didn’t go anywhere at five in the morning, so she snuggled deeper into her pillow, and moments later, she drifted back to sleep. She squeezed her eyes open just far enough to focus on the clock by the couch and realize it was five in the morning. He’d seen it all: wariness, an almost childlike innocence, and a dreadful kind of hope that maybe he wasn’t really as bad as he seemed. He went into the bathroom, shut the door, and closed his eyes, trying to block out the play of emotions he’d just witnessed on her face.
The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be.” “You’ve fallen in with the devil, sweetheart. “I don’t like any of it.”Īs he spoke, he couldn’t remember ever hearing his own voice sound so sad.
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