Page 5 of Double Shot
Would Sadie freeze up? Would she be able to pull the trigger and not melt down afterward? How hard could she be? I didn’t know if she could do it… but then again, if I were being true to my word and my promise to Roan? She wouldn’t have to. I would keep her safe, and out of as much of the action as I could. I couldn’t keep her out of everything, though.
There were parts of this that would definitely be a two-man job.
Chapter Two
Sadie…
“I’m sorry,” I murmured late one night as I sat on the edge of the bed running a brush through my long hair. I’d gathered it over my shoulder and brushed it every night before bed like this. Tonight, it was no different, except for the fact that I was lost in reverie.
“Do what now?” Kyle asked, looking up from whatever printouts he’d been reading and over at me.
I didn’t see him move, but rather felt it through the mattress below my butt.
“I said I was sorry,” I said softly.
There was a rustle of papers as he lowered them to his lap.
“Look at me, Sadie.”
He hadn’t called me Shady in a while… I swallowed hard, afraid to turn around and meet his eyes.
“Sadie…” His voice was gently chiding. I sniffed and set the brush aside and twisted, adjusting my seated position so I could look at him. He was lying on his back atop the covers in his usual tank top and lounge pants, all in unrelieved black, of course.
“For what? You’ve not done anything wrong,” he said.
I bit my lips together.
“For that time in the gym a while back,” I whispered, the guilt eating me alive.
He turned and tossed the papers onto his bedside table and sat up, resting his forearms atop his knees.
“What about it?” he asked.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say without sounding pathetic. I mean, I didn’t know when he had stopped wanting me, and I felt soguilty.
“Sadie, look at me,” he said, and his tone was uncharacteristically gentle.
I looked at him and his eyes searched my face.
“Closed mouths don’t get fed,” he said, raising his eyebrows, and I flinched.
It was something Prissy would say, except she hadn’t meant it the way Kyle did now. She usually meant that if somebody didn’t come clean about whatever business she was on about, none of us got to eat.
“You didn’t want it,” I said and swallowed hard. “You don’t want me—”
He snorted.
“Don’t say shit like that,” he said softly, and I felt my mouth drop open.
“But—”
“But nothing,” he said. “Don’t you ever say shit like that. You’re all I’veeverwanted.”
I shook my head, mollified. He raised his eyebrows and jutted his head forward slightly, as though expecting me to say something or argue, but I was honestly too confused.
“I don’t—”
“Understand?” he finished for me.
