Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)

I give her a look, and she smiles.

“What? You didn’t. Yes, you may have done some damage, but that man is anything but broken. He’s had an amazing career, made tons of money. He’s a freaking model, for God’s sake, and he could have any woman he set his sights on.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Lucky for you, he doesn’t want just any woman; he wants you.”

“Ha! He wants me to go away maybe, but that’s the only thing he wants from me.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“What are you saying, Claire?”

She purses her lips. “You made a mistake, and now it’s time you make it better. It’s not his job to come after you so you can stop staring at your phone and waiting for him to call. If you want to be heard, make him hear you.”

Her words spur something inside of me. Maybe she’s right. Whatever else was happening around me, I made this mess, so I’m the only one to clean it up. I’ve been giving Rhett time, waiting for him to come to me when he’s ready, but why should he after what I did?

“Do you have any plans today?” I ask.

“It’s Sunday. Do I ever have plans on Sunday?” Claire smiles and pushes up from the floor. She pulls me up alongside her and says, “I don’t even know why you’re still here. Go.”

“Thank you.” I wrap her in a quick hug and grab my purse from the kitchen. “I’ll try to be back soon.”

“Take your time. I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“You sure you can handle Dad if he wakes up?”

“Go! Stop worrying about everyone else for a change.”

Rhett

“Want to grab a burger?” Coop asks.

“Nope.”

“Pizza? I could go for a slice of Dewey’s.”

“Not hungry.”

“Come on,” he sighs, kicking my legs off his coffee table. “You’ve gotta get up and do something, brother.”

“I have. I went to physical therapy four times this week.”

“That’s all you’ve done.”

My phone rings from the table, but I don’t bother checking it. It’s probably Nikki, and she’s about the last person I want to talk to right now—right behind the Woman Who Shall Not Be Named.

“You gonna answer that?”

“Nope.”

I look at the phone when it stops ringing and see a missed call from Mo. It’s the first time she’s called. I should answer it, give her the chance to explain, but I don’t because I’m an asshole.

“That the first you’ve heard from her?”

“Yup.”

“You don’t want to hear what she has to say?”