Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Chapter Seventeen
IT WAS CLOSE TO SEVEN by the time the last customer left, and Blake could barely keep herself from fidgeting while watching the old woman head for the door with her newly-purchased cozy mystery paperback clutched between her fingers.
Come on, come on...
The moment the door swung shut behind the customer, she immediately dashed towards the reading nook. Thornton was seated on one of the chairs, browsing through a history book, with a look of concentration on his beautiful bearded face.
As if sensing her gaze on him, Thornton glanced up, his gaze questioning.
Here goes...
One moment, Blake was standing a few feet away with a guilty expression on her too-pretty face, and then the next moment, she had launched herself without warning, and Thornton had to quickly grab hold of the table to keep both of them from toppling over.
Blake quickly threw her arms around his neck the moment she righted herself in his lap.
Thornton could feel how fast and hard her heart was beating. Scared. Blake was scared, and even though he still had the urge to pulverize something - anything - into pieces, he could already feel his concern for Blake overpowering his anger.
Which means I'm fucked, Thornton thought.
Blake sensed her boyfriend lifting a hand and tensed uncontrollably. She knew he wouldn't hurt her in any way, but...
A moment later, his hand settled on her head...and started stroking her hair.
Thornton heard the breath she expelled, and despite everything, he couldn't help feel the tiniest bit exasperated and amused. "You thought I'd strike you."
Blake winced. "Sorry," she mumbled. "It's stupid, I know. But it's only because...I know you know."
With her face pressed against the crook of his neck, her voice came out slightly muffled, but the way the fingers threading through her hair stilled told her Thornton understood her just fine.
Her guilt grew, and her eyes started stinging.
"You do, right You know I was lying a while ago. D-Don't you?"
The fingers started moving again, and when she felt his lips brush the top of her head—-
Blake burst into tears.
"Baby..."
But this only made her cry harder.
"Blake."
Perfect, she thought, sobbing hard. He's perfect, and I don't deserve him for making him feel stupid things he doesn't deserve to feel.
"I k-know you have the wrong idea about me and Curt—-" She felt him stiffen slightly at hearing her say the other guy's name, and pain welled up inside of her. "It's not what you think!" She hugged him as tightly as she could. "I swear to God, Thorn, I swear—-"
"Blake—-"
"I'm not lying," she swore between sniffs. "So please—-"
"Blake."
Why did his voice sound somewhat strangled?
"You're choking me, baby."
Oh!
She quickly let go and was aghast to see how his face had changed color due to lack of oxygen.
Oops.
"I'm so sorry!" Her voice wobbled as she fought against the urge to burst into another embarrassing bout of tears. Could this night get any worse? Not only had she made a perfect boyfriend like Thornton feel jealous or betrayed even, she now had to add attempted murder to her list of growing sins—-
Just the thought of it proved too much, and before she knew it, she was crying again.
"It's alright."
But the gentleness in his voice only made her cry harder and hate herself more.
Thornton stroked his girlfriend's back but when her tears still showed no signs of stopping, he carefully reached up to disentangle her arms from around him.
Blake jerked when she realized what Thornton was doing. "T-Thorn?" But he kept moving, and in the next moment he had succeeded in getting her off his lap, and a tremendous wave of despair and empty loneliness threatened to swallow her up when she suddenly found herself seated on the chair opposite him.
He's going to break up with me, she thought hysterically. He's going to ask for an explanation, and I won't be able to say a word, and he's going to think I'm lying, and by the time I can tell the truth, it's going to be too late, and—-
"Blake."
She shook her head jerkily. "I don't want to hear it."
"Baby—-"
"No!" She covered her ears. "That's not going to make me listen to you either, and no matter what you say, we're not going to break up—-"
"We're not."
"We're going to fix this—-"
"We are."
"Do you hear me?"
"I do." Thornton reached for Blake's hands and forcibly pulled it down with gentle firmness. "Question is," he drawled. "Have you heard anything I said?"
She stared at him in shock as the past thirty seconds began replaying in her mind.
Oh. Oh. OH!
"You're really not going to break up with me?" she asked in a small voice.
"No."
"Even if I tell you...if you ask me who Curt is, I won't be able to tell you the truth?"
Thornton's lips tightened, but after a moment, he said curtly, "Even then."
"And that I promised to meet with him tomorrow...alone?"
His jaw clenched, and a longer amount of time had to pass before he said finally, "Even then."