“You and Cody?” I can’t help myself as my heart breaks, splitting down the center. “Does he know?”

“I don’t want him here.” He clears his throat, hardening his voice and that depth of darkness comes back to his cadence as he adds, “I mean, I don’t want to speak about him. Not here.”

“I’m sorry I brought it up.” A hint of fear simmers in my blood.

“I thought maybe it would help me, to see you here.”

“Help with what?” I dare to ask.

I don’t know why, but there’s a deep-seated pain that rests in his gaze. I wish I could stop it, erase it from all existence. It doesn’t belong there.

In a single blink it’s gone, replaced by a narrow gaze and a teasing smirk. The air shimmers and I nearly second-guess what I saw. “There’s no one here …” His voice is deep and seems to rumble from his chest. “I could do anything I want to you.”

I know only days ago, the statement would elicit more fear than anything else. As he looks down at me, like a hunter at his prey, there isn’t anything I feel other than want.

He makes me want more than I ever thought possible. It’s all the teasing. It has to be the way he plays with me.

As if that is something that should turn me on. I’m a foolish girl and so very aware of it when I ask him, “And what is it that you want to do to me?”

Thump, thump, the thrumming in my veins provides such little heat compared to what I know he could give me. “It’s more …” he starts but then huffs a laugh and asks a question instead. “Would you kiss me still?”

“What?” Nothing he says tonight makes any sense. Not with what I currently know.

“Now that you don’t need me?”

Is that what caused the pain in his gaze? He’s truly mad.

“Do you want to kiss me?” he asks bluntly as I stand there, feeling as if I’m nothing beneath him and wondering how he could see me as anything at all.

“Yes.” I answer without thinking.

“How badly?”

My heart beats madly as I see the desperation in his cold eyes. On tiptoes, I kiss him. No thought at all, just a desire, a wish come true that didn’t take crossing a barren field and climbing up an old tree. A real kiss between a man and a woman. It’s tender, but quickly deepens. His hand splays against my back and braces me there.

Ever so slowly, I reach up, my hand resting on his collarbone and the other sneaking up.

It’s over far too quickly at the sound of tires in the distance, just beyond the tree line where the backroad is and where my car is parked.

The gentle moment vanishes, and without a goodbye, Marcus leaves, stalking toward the barn. I’d follow, but my name is carried with the wind.

“Delilah,” Cody’s voice calls out followed by the sound of a car door shutting.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I’m sure he can tell something’s off—I can see it in the way he strides to me, at first deliberate and then slowed. My breathing is erratic and my mind races not knowing how to pick up the pieces of where I left off with Cody Walsh.

So much has happened since I met him in a darling coffee shop with a soft goodbye kiss. Too much to explain and far too complicated.

“Delilah,” he says and relief is evident in my name on his lips.

“Cody …I …” I struggle to put anything into words, pulling at my sleeve and meeting him halfway to where he is. The barn is at my right, the field at my back and in front of me, is a man who stares down with both worry and devotion.

“How did you know to find me here?” I ask rather than digging deep. I’ve just kissed his brother, a man who helped me help my mother get away with murder.

The confessions threaten to tumble out and smother me even in the fresh air.

“Your cell phone,” Cody says and his expression wrinkles with questions of his own.

“Right, right,” I say, turning away from him as the clouds return and the gray sky morphs to dark shades of blue in the skyline. It’s darker sooner this time of year.

There’s never been a time in my life where I caught sight of Cody and felt what I feel now. This feeling like I should be running and hiding from him is completely alien but still it seems like the right thing to do. The dread that seeps into my blood, weighing everything down like lead, keeps me planted right where I am.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call and I didn’t answer …” I push out the apology, needing it to be heard in its sincerity. “You didn’t deserve to worry.”

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