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problems. By the way, I outlined my reason for leaving in the letter I left you. None of this is anything new.” I stood, taking control of myself. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
     
    “No, you don’t.”
     
    “Stop trying to tell me what to do.” I held up my left hand. “See this? It’s blank. You don’t get a say in my life, Grayson.” I picked up my coat and purse, ready to make a run for it. I could get a cab if I had to.
     
    He stood, towering over me. “Sit. Down. Jess.” Each word burned through me like fire. The breath caught in my throat. His presence, his strength…it was all too much. I didn’t want to obey him, but there was no choice. I sank onto the couch once again.
     
    He didn’t sit down, remaining on his feet. He was in power and wanted me to know it. My hands shook, hidden by the coat over my arms.
     
    “Who the hell was that back there? The guy threatening you?”
     
    “He was nobody.” Crap. I’d nearly forgotten about him. It seemed like there was only room in my head for Grayson.
     
    “Stop lying,” he growled. “We both know he wasn’t nobody. He was gonna hurt you, wasn’t he? You screamed. It was the reason I stopped. I heard you scream.”
     
    He was the same man he’d always been. The type would who kill another man without thinking twice about it, but who would drop everything when a woman was in trouble. It never ceased to amaze me, his duality.
     
    I sighed. My shoulders slumped. “Yes. He wanted to hurt me.”
     
    “Why? What are you into? And don’t lie to me. You know I have people who can find shit out.”
     
    “Really? But they couldn’t find me, could they?” I couldn’t help myself. His eyes hardened even further.
     
    “Maybe I didn’t try very hard,” he retorted. That stung a little. I couldn’t tell whether or not he meant it.
     
    I looked up at him, maintaining eye contact. His blue eyes. God, how many times had I seen those eyes when I closed my own? More than I could count. Could I believe he didn’t try to find me? I wasn’t sure. Maybe I had hurt him that badly.
     
    “Tell me,” he demanded. “I won’t let you go until you do.”
     
    “You don’t scare me,” I muttered.
     
    “More lies.” Our eyes were still locked, and I didn’t know about him, but I could barely breathe.
     
    “I don’t need to tell you anything. Damn it, I don’t owe you anything.”
     
    “Sure you do.” He laughed bitterly. “I saved your ass out there. You owe me.”
     
    “I didn’t ask you to help me,” I insisted. I wouldn’t have asked him for anything in the world, no matter how horrified and panicked I’d been. If he had offered to help, instead of throwing himself into the situation, I would have said no.
     
    “I did, though. You owe me a little gratitude, instead of being such a bitch.” He pulled a chair over, sitting right in front of me. I couldn’t leave if I tried—he blocked the door. I knew how fast he could move, too. He would’ve taken me down in a heartbeat with those cat-like reflexes of his.
     
    “I see your opinion of women hasn’t changed much,” I said drily.
     
    “Only women who desert me.”
     
    “Oh, spare me.” I shook my head. “Stop playing the victim. If the MC hadn’t gotten so damned violent, things might have been different. You know it.”
     
    I saw the truth of my words hit him hard. Something changed in the way he held his face, in his eyes. He backed off ever so slightly. I pounced on that, building my argument. “You remember that night, don’t you? The night you came home with blood all over you. You didn’t even have the sense to clean up before you left the clubhouse.” He averted his eyes, staring at the floor. “I couldn’t live like that.”
     
    “You could’ve said something before leaving.”
     
    “You wouldn’t have changed. Not for me, or anybody else. The club was your first love.” And he was mine. My first and only love.
     
    Silence hung