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fiddled with the clasp on my purse. “That’s why I need the hormones.”
    “What? Why? You were at home then, I was home the summer when you were fifteen.”
    I smirked. “I’d just had my birthday when you were home. I was fifteen for nearly a whole year after you left.” A cold grip fisted my heart. He didn’t know about the things that happened after he left. About how angry his father was. How twisted the abuse became.
    “But, I don’t get it.” He rubbed his face. “You were fine when I was there.”
    I sighed. “It doesn’t matter, Rhett.”
    “It does matter. What happened?” He stepped closer to me.
    Fuck I need a bump right now.
    “Nothing. Some things just aren’t meant to be.” I gave him a weak smile. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” I stepped around him. “I need to pee.”

SIX

    “You’re home!” A high pitch voice squealed the second I stepped through the threshold of Rhett’s apartment. Sarah’s red head came bobbing toward us and I had to physically stop myself from vomiting. She threw herself into Rhett’s arms like he had been gone years instead of just a day. Not even a whole day. Stupid cunt.
    “Hey baby.” Rhett wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
    “What took y’all so long?” She didn’t look at me at all when she spoke, which was awkward, considering I was trapped in the hallway between the door and them, helpless to do anything but stand there and stare.
    “Just took longer than I thought.” He dropped his arm to wrap around her waist and moved them toward the kitchen and living room area.
    I glanced at the digital clock on the stove when it came into view. It was seven-thirty in the evening. I’d spent the whole day with Rhett and it had only gotten worse. We’d left Dr. Paul’s office and I had expected him to grill me on the whole ‘unable to have kids thing’ but he didn’t. He was, however, back into his brooding pit of hate for me. He was completely disconnected, which was almost worse than his prying curiosity, then again I was thankful he didn’t ask any more questions.
    He took me shopping and bought me something to wear for the funeral. Our time at the store was uneventful, full of hate-filled stares and unpleasant comments. Our late lunch was the same story. He’d had to stop by his office on the way home, and I’d waited for him in the car, from which he’d taken the keys.
    I almost felt insulted that he thought I would steal his stupid-foreign made car. But then I didn’t. Why care about what he thinks at all? He will be gone from my life soon.
    I almost didn’t even feel like seducing him anymore. That was how much of a toll the day had taken on me. I padded toward my bedroom door.
    “You want to come out and have dinner with us?” I had barely turned the knob when he asked.
    I glanced over my shoulder to see Sarah giving him a dirty look. Oooh someone doesn’t want me to go. That alone made me want to go more than anything. Pissing her off would make my whole day. But I was tired. More tired than I had been in a long time, which was saying something big, considering I rode cock all day, every day.
    My first dick-free day and I’m exhausted. The fuck?
    “Nah. I’m good.” I shook my head and pushed the door open.
    “You’ve gotta eat, Faye. You barely ate any of your lunch.”
    “I’m good.” I held up the to-go box clutched in my hand. “I’ll eat this if I get hungry.” I went in and closed the door behind me. Leaning against it, I let out a pent up breath.
    Just get through the next few days. Life will go back to normal, Faye. Things will be fine.
    The fact that I had to tell myself this at all really needled at me. I wasn’t someone who lost her cool. I went with the flow. I let things happen and I dealt with them as they came. I didn’t let anything rattle me. Not sex. Not men. Not anyone. So why was Rhett different? Why had he always been different for me?
    I jerked my purse over my head and threw it