“Come here, Cher,” he whispered, and I could see it, hear it, goddamned fucking feel it.

He wanted to comfort me. Put his arms around me and make it all better.

He had the power to do that.

He just would never use it because he didn’t really want it.

“No,” I said firmly, the poison activating, my insides melting, the pain extreme.

His head jerked and his gaze grew intense.

I continued talking.

“You don’t get that,” I told him. “You came here to get me to go to Frank’s so you could tell me what went down with us was just a drunken fuck, no more. We don’t change. Am I right?”

He didn’t answer, so I answered for him.

“I’m right. So, you don’t wanna be that to me, you don’t get that.” I nodded my head. “I understand, the woman I am. I get it, Merry. No harm, no foul. But you don’t get to pick and choose how you are with me, who you are with me, what you get to give me. I do. So you don’t get that.”

He said nothing, just stared at me with an alertness that was a little hot but also a little freaky.

“Now, you tell anyone about this shit, we’re done,” I told him, and his alert went into overdrive, charging the room.

I ignored it.

“I mean that, Garrett,” I stated. “This is my business and I’ll deal with it the way I see fit. If I gotta call folks in, I’ll do it. You keep your mouth shut or what we got you wanna keep you’ll lose. I’m not jokin’ with you. I’m all kinds of serious.”

Finally, he spoke.

“The woman you are.”

“The woman I am,” I confirmed.

“What woman is that, Cher?” he asked.

Was he serious?

He’d said it his damned self to Colt.

Woman she is, she knows…

“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” I hissed.

“He played you,” Merry declared. “A million other women would have bought his shit the same as you.”

We were not doing this.

“Stop it,” I spat.

“Goddamned truth,” he pushed. “I know, babe, I’m in the business. Women buy shit like that all the time. The extremes may vary, but you are far from the only one.”

I couldn’t do this, and more, I wasn’t about to.

So I put a hand to my hip, cocked my head, and asked, “Shit, darlin’, two-for-one special? You give me five orgasms and heal all my emotional wounds? Shoulda signed up for that plan years ago.”

His mood deteriorated instantly.

“Don’t be a bitch,” he clipped.

“Don’t pretend you know fuck all about what’s goin’ on in my head,” I shot back.

“Maybe, you let the door to that fortress you built around you open an inch, I can get in and you’ll find I do know fuck all about what’s goin’ on in your head, I give a shit about you, and I wanna see you let it go and find yourself some happy.”