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way around. You fucking things up, Tish?”
    She nodded because she was pretty sure she was. What if she ruined them with this? By revealing she wanted him in her bed, was she killing their relationship?
    “I don’t want you to go to the clubhouse and use one of those girls,” she admitted without wincing or allowing her hands to form claws as images of the many sexy girls who liked to hang out with the guys drifted through her mind. “Use me.”
    “Use you how?” His voice was thin and tight. She’d never seen him appear so forbidding.
    “However you want,” she whispered.
    He nodded, antipathy curling his lip. “So, this is what you’ve turned into while I’ve been gone. A whore who offers her pussy to a guy just because she sees his cock is hard. Jesus Christ, Tish. I expected so much better from you.”
    With a loud slam of the door, Josh stormed from the house. And her pride shattered to pieces.

~ Chapter Three ~
     
    Tish wasn’t sure how long she stood against the wall in her kitchen, but by the time she went across to lock the door, her muscles were stiff, and her back ached. Oddly, her eyes were bone dry, and not so oddly, her heart felt like it was in pieces.
    She shuffled down the hallway and went straight to the bathroom to shed her clothes and have the hottest shower on record. She was a virgin who’d never even had her breasts touched by a guy, yet she now felt as if she’d taken on every man in town.
    Shutting off the water, she got out and dried herself, and continued to towel dry her hair as she made her way across the hall to her room. She threw on underwear, shorts, and a tank top, then sat on the edge of her bed and tried to figure out where she’d gone wrong. How had she fucked herself so thoroughly? Within minutes of his unexpected homecoming, she’d driven him away. Why had she opened her big, slutty-sounding mouth? But then, he’d been acting strangely long before she’d offered herself to him.
    She rubbed at her eyes, utterly confused, and terrified. Would he cut her off for good this time?
    For almost a year after he’d gone away, she’d weaseled her way into visiting him with her uncle. She’d lived for those Sundays when they went to Phoenix, and she was able to sit across from Josh, touch his hand when she told him a story, look into his face and enjoy his rare smiles. Then, one day, he’d told her she wouldn’t see him again until it was outside the walls of the prison. “You’re better than this, Tish-Tosh. Don’t come back here anymore.” She’d smiled and nodded, and hugged him goodbye as she did at the end of every other visit. The following Sunday, she’d shown up at the clubhouse and stood next to Nick’s truck, waiting for him to bring her to her love.
    When he didn’t come out, she’d gone in search of him and had fought like hell to remain calm when he told her he’d promised Josh he wouldn’t bring her to see him anymore. “He can’t keep me away,” she’d said quietly. “I thought he was in a mood. I thought he was testing me to see if I’d be relieved not to have to go back to that horrible place. But we can’t leave him, Uncle Nick. He’s alone in there!”
    Nick had tried to tell her Josh was tough, and he’d be fine, but she’d known better and had eventually walked out. She’d gone straight to her best friend’s house, and Nina had happily led her to the Samson family’s auto shop, scooped a set of keys to a random customer’s car, and driven them to the prison in Phoenix. Where an older man at the desk had firmly told her, “Mr. Sylvan will not see you.”
    She was embarrassed to admit that she and Nina had risked their asses for two months by illegally swiping a car from the shop to make that trip. And for two months, Tish was told the same thing. “Go home, Ms. O’Malley. Mr. Sylvan is no longer seeing visitors.”
    He’d seen visitors. Just not her. Tish swallowed hard. That had been two years ago. She’d been so angry, had