Chapters (64)
- Recluse
- Dedication
- Book Description
- Also By Helen Hardt
- Praise For Helen Hardt
- Warning
- Prologue
- Charlie
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- Epilogue
- A Note From Helen
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“I was being selfish,” I said. “You look so beautiful, and I’m hard as a rock. I just wanted to have you once more before we left.”
“You didn’t have to get so demanding about it.”
“You don’t like to be bossed around in the bedroom?”
She appeared to think for a moment. Then, “Not when I’m running late.”
A-ha. When we had more time, I’d try again.
Not that I was any kind of Dominant in the bedroom, but something about Charlie Waters made me want to have all of her on my terms. I wasn’t sure why. I’d never had a lot of luck with women, and even when I did get lucky, I performed well but never did I get overly dominant.
My experience was horribly lacking compared to my little brother’s. Reid lived up to our last name with a vengeance, and while I knew little of my older brother’s antics in the last decade, something told me he’d had his share of bed warmers as well.
I was shy.
Not shy so much as a classic introvert who enjoyed his own company. Especially when I was painting. The colors and brushes became an extension of me—in effect, became me as I created. Art was a solitary endeavor.
I never went looking for anything more than a fuck because I figured I’d always be a solitary. Never have a long-term relationship.
Charlie Waters made me think about a long-term relationship.
And that scared the shit out of me.
I had to keep this casual, for both our sakes.
I had to.
The secret ate me up inside, even though I never let myself see those images that were embedded deep in my mind. Hear those words of so long ago.
My father had deserved his fate, no doubt.
But the others… How many were there? Were they still out there? Did they still have the leverage they once had?
And why was I such a fucking coward?
Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except proving the innocence of my family. We weren’t going down for the murder of that bastard. Not on my watch.
Charlie was frantically grabbing her clothes. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Want to join me?”
“If I join you, it won’t be quick.” I smiled.
“True. Then stay out of the bathroom until I’m done. Give me ten minutes or so. I’ll be fresh-faced today. The only makeup I have in my purse is some lipstick and mascara.
“You don’t need it. Those silver eyes don’t need any other adornment than their natural sparkle.”
She giggled and headed into the bathroom.
And I took care of my stubborn hard-on.