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help each other through it. But you don’t want that. I’ll see you around.” She turned and headed for the door.
    She was two feet from the door when the threads of his control broke. Slamming a hand over her head, he shoved the door closed as she went to slip outside. When she attempted to jerk it open, he simply outmuscled her.
    When she spun around and glared up at him, he glared back. “You get that this is hell on me,” he said, echoing her words. “You have no idea what kind of hell this is.”
    Her lip quivered, a snarl forming on her face. “Poor Guy. Your fucked-up daddy is even more fucked up than we thought. You really do have daddy issues, don’t you?” She gave him a look of mock pity and reached up to pat his cheek.
    He caught her wrist, pinned it to the door.
    Her breath caught, the pupils of her eyes spiking, swelling. He leaned in. “Daddy issues … you think that’s what this is about, Tink?” The scent of her flooded his head. She smelled so fucking good. She always did. Roses and flowers and herbs and woman. It sent his blood, and his common sense, draining southward.
    But it was so hard to worry about common sense, or anything else, when her lashes dipped low over her eyes, when her tongue swept out to dampen her lips. When everything in him screamed for another taste of her, to feel the press of that slim, strong body pressed against his own again.
    “Daddy issues,” he muttered, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. Unwittingly, he stroked his thumb against the soft, sensitive skin of her wrist. “My daddy issues are all centered on the fact that now I want to find a way to murder that son of a bitch. Every tear you’ve shed over the past fifteen years is because of him. Every time you’ve woken up in the middle of the night and called me because you couldn’t sleep, it’s his fault. When you weren’t able to have your mother come to graduation? That was his fault, too. You once told me how you weren’t sure you wanted to get married, not ever. Because your mother wouldn’t be able to be there to see you. And that’s his fucking fault. All this time, all these years, you waited and you wondered and you hoped, and he knew she wouldn’t come home. He knew why . He is why. You think I’ve got daddy issues? What I’ve got are murder issues—trying not to murder that bastard.”
    Tears glimmered in her eyes and she turned her head aside, a soft sigh shuddering out of her.
    He let her wrist go and stepped back.
    “Yeah, Chris. This is hell. But it’s hell on me because he destroyed your life. And I came from that.”
    * * *
    He went to turn away and she reached out, unable to stop herself.
    Under her hand, the muscles of his bicep bunched, hard as a rock, but warm, yielding to her touch. “I’m sorry,” she said, forcing the words past the knot in her throat.
    “Don’t.” He shrugged her touch away and that alone sent a splinter of pain driving deep into her heart.
    She pulled her hand back, curling it into a fist as she watched him drop onto the couch. Wide shoulders slumped as he dropped his head into his hands. “I don’t want fucking apologies,” he said, his voice curt. “Not from you.”
    Bitter regret burned inside. She stared at him, uncertain of what he did want, what she could say.
    “What’s wrong with us?” she asked quietly.
    He lifted his head, stared at her. “My father killed your mother, Tink. Did you really think this wasn’t going to tear into us as well?”
    “Your father. ” She shook her head. “Not you. But if you want to give him another casualty, you go ahead. Let him take you from me, too. I was thinking he’d taken enough from me, but what the fuck do I know? I’m just the clueless little idiot who almost failed high school.”
    She turned on her heel, fumbled with the door, her fingers awkward, stiff. She heard him coming up behind her and she hurriedly managed to get the door open, jerking it shut behind her.
    She heard him