Page 2 of Hard Rain
The weekend before?
Hell…
Not a date. Not a weekend. Nothing.
His arm ached, and he jumped at the excuse, lifting the sling. “I’ve kind of been laid up.”
She turned on him, her eyes sad. “I loved you so hard, Axel, but it’s not enough for us both.”
She hurried to the bathroom and returned with toiletries.
“Don’t go.”
“Can you honestly say you love me?” She shoved things into the bag.
He stared at her. “I do.”
“Are you madly in love with me?” she pressed.
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
That was all she needed.
“And there’s my answer.”
“Just wait a minute!” He sighed, frustrated. “Is this because I’m bi?”
“Are you?” Her gaze was skeptical.
“What the hell does that mean?” He ground out, irritated as hell.
“I don’t know, Axel, that’s something you need to figure out,” she said.
“You’re talking in circles.” He noticed she hadn’t answered him. Was it because he’d slept with a few men in his past? They were always fleeting.
Her phone pinged and she picked it up, checked it, and placed it down.
“Is that your Uber?” He frowned.
“No, I’m having a friend pick me up. I’ll send for the rest of my things.”
“Screw this, I’ll leave,” he snapped, suddenly out of patience and in pain. “Take the damn house, I never wanted it anyway.”
She stared at him, and he glanced away, not sure why he’d said that.
The words sat sour in his mouth.
Hell, he’d signed the mortgage papers and spent an entire Saturday putting together the bedroom furniture.
Now, he wanted nothing to do with it.
“May?” A man’s voice called up from the bottom of the stairs.
Her eyes went wide. Axel was off the bed, gun tugged from his holster before she could blink.
“Axel!” she screamed, but he didn’t pause on his way across the room.
