“God damn it!” Morgan shouted, throwing her weight into the slams of the heavy door. “Stupid. Fucking. Helicopters!”

“She doesn’t usually swear,” Sam noted.

“Picked up on that. Think she’s picturing me?” I questioned, my voice lowering. Every time she slammed the door, my heart felt the impact.

“Probably.” She shrugged, then sighed, watching her friend.

“I never meant to hurt her.”

“Guys like you never do.”

“Know a lot of guys like me?” I challenged, still staring at the woman I couldn’t get out of my head.

“A few.” She huffed.

“Is she going to be all right? Have you seen her do this before?” God, I wanted to wrap my arms around Morgan, but I somehow doubted she’d let me comfort her when I was the one who’d hurt her in the first place.

“Open the door or rage out her feelings?” Sam questioned.

“The feelings. I know all about the door.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw her look at me like I might not be as stupid as she first thought. “Huh. I’m glad. And no, I’ve never seen her lose her shit like this. She usually shoves it all inside for fear of hurting someone else with her own feelings. She’s an expert emotional masochist.”

I watched Morgan rage, seeing it differently with that knowledge. “So, while she obviously hates me, at least it’s good that she’s letting it out.”

Morgan screamed out her hatred with another slam, proving my point.

“Did she have an anxiety attack when you told her that you’re a pilot?”

“No. She yelled. A lot. But no anxiety attack that I could tell.”

Sam sighed in obvious relief. “Then I’d call that tantrum over there progress, and we’re just going to wait over here and let that fire burn itself out.”

“God, she’s so pissed at me.” I shoved my hands into my pockets.

“Yeah, she is.”

“How could you do this to me? You made me fall for you!” Morgan’s voice was turning hoarse from screaming.

I sucked in a ragged breath. She’d fallen for me? That had to be a good thing, right? That meant I had a shot.

“You let me think we had a chance, and then you yanked the rug! You kissed me, and you told me I was beautiful! You told me we’d try! You promised we’d finally be together, and then you fucking left me! How could you do that to me? How could you die for them and not live for me? I hate you! You ruined my life! I loved you, and you ruined me!”

Nausea gripped me hard and fast.

“I don’t think you’re the one she’s picturing anymore,” Sam said softly, squeezing my arm to pull the sting from her words. “Why don’t you head home? I’ll take care of her.”