Blue Moon by Mackenzie McKade Read Free Book Online Page B

Almost.
    “Please don’t kiss me.” It was a plea. Blinking back tears, she knew she wasn’t strong enough to resist him.
    “Is that all it would take for you to be mine again?” The ruthlessness in his tone sent another shiver down her spine. He held her a little tighter, a little closer.
    “Yes.” Even as she made the confession, something inside her died. Pride. What little she had left oozed out of her. There was no need to deny it. She still loved and hated him.
    “I want you, Sam.” His abrupt release left her staggering. “But not at the price of your dignity.” Jaws clenching, he made a see-saw motion, before he spoke again. “When you come back to me it will be because you want to. I can’t apologize any longer for something I can’t remember. And I won’t live here anymore pretending like my life is okay.”
    Backbone rigid, he stepped away from her and began to gather his clothes. The bed moaned beneath his weight as he sat, pushing one leg and then another into his pants before he fastened them. Not bothering with donning a shirt, he marched to the door and jerked it open. He took one more long look at her before slamming the door behind him.
    Sam startled. Her pulse raced even faster.
    The change in his demeanor left her speechless and cold, a chill that went bone deep. Before she had a chance to fall apart, a knock sounded on the door. For a brief moment she prayed it was Kyle but instinctively knew it wasn’t. As the door squeaked open, she grabbed the pillow from the floor and clutched the softness before her.
    “Sammy, are you ready?” Jennifer peeked around the door. Her eyes gaped at the sight that met her. “We have a nine o’clock appointment with the nail salon and the hairdresser at ten thirty.”
    Yikes! Sam had forgotten all about today’s activities. It was Jennifer and Brad’s wedding day.
    “What happened here?” Jennifer glanced around at the disheveled bed, last night’s clothes tossed about, and Sam’s apparent nudity.
    “Nothing.” Nothing she wanted to admit to. “Give me ten minutes. I’ll hurry. I promise.”
    Her sister hesitated, concern flittering across her face. “You okay?”
    “Fine. Ten minutes.”
    When the door shut with a thud, leaving Sam alone, she sucked in a breath. How would she make it through the day and another night?
     
     
    Kyle’s mood was sour at best.
    Unloading lawn furniture from the back of a dusty truck wasn’t exactly on his plans today, but the delivery company had been shorthanded so Brad and he had offered to assist. Next they had to carry the tables and chairs around the house to the Dawson’s backyard and arrange them just as Mary had designated. What he really wanted to do was find Sam and shake her until she came to her senses.
    Last night had been spectacular. Images popping into his head that kept his randy cock in a perpetually aroused state were never far from his mind, but neither was her rejection.
    Dammit. When would Sam admit that they belonged together?
    Standing on the back end of a truck, Brad handed Kyle another chair. “You’ve been quiet this morning.”
    Kyle grunted in response as he set the chair on a dolly before returning for another.
    “So the night didn’t end up how you envisioned it? She pass out on you or toss you out on your ass?”
    Kyle raised his arms. “Chair?” The demand was laced with animosity.
    Brad picked up another white lawn chair and eased it into Kyle’s waiting hands. “What did you expect?”
    Glaring at his friend, Kyle lowered the chair. “For your information, the night happened exactly as I wanted.” It was this morning that sucked. But he was through apologizing for something he had no control over. Sam would have to make the next move. His gut had been twisted in knots since they parted. He couldn’t live like this any longer.
    Brad pushed his glasses up his nose. “Sooo… If things are good why do you act as if you slept in the dog house last night?”
    Kyle