His Reckless Love, Her Shattered Life
worked
and desperation, saw his chance. He
he next, a rough hand was clamped over her mouth, and a musc
ledge. For a heart-stopping second, she teetered
ere was
deafening roar that swallowed all other sound. Her stomach lurched
osed h
ment, one thought, clear and
kill me
n shield, a disposable pawn to ensure the safety of his precious, idealized Kenzie. Th
n accepta
was the sterile, antisep
r. She blinked, her eyes struggling to
g her IV drip. The
ou' re a very luc
" Ellery' s voice
ed on a safety net the hotel had installed for window washers. A few broken ribs, a concu
nurse' s words echoing in
known abo
ad known there was a chance she would survive, while ensuring the threat to Kenzie was permanen
d tired, his expensive suit rumpled. He came to her bed
out to touc
ed her h
out a long, weary sigh and grabbed
g me?" he asked
dn' t
, the one he always used when he wanted something. "Do
ulled her hand
the net," she sa
that what this is about? You' re mad I saved you? What h
twisted his selfish act into some kind of
aid employee
oice barely a whisper. "Kenzie mu
s, then nodded, relieved
s a mess. I' ll come b
d walked out
er cam
e. He was a different person with her. Gentle, attentive, catering to her every whim. He would feed her ice cream, wrap
. No jealousy, no heartbreak. Only a
lobby. Kenzie, her face a mask of sweet concern, ru
! Dawson, we should give her
disingenuous smile Ellery had come to expect, a sta
ing possessively on Dawson' s thigh. Ellery sat silen
urned, her express
calibrated mix of innocence and anxiety. "Do
son' s hands tightened on the stee
nial, Ellery leaned forward, a s
urse he
eyes wide. Dawson shot Ellery a p
e demanded, he
dened. She looked
Yo
stopped loving her. How he would talk about her for hours, how every woman he ever met was just a pale imitati
tears, her face buried in Dawson' s sh
were alone, he pulled the car over, his e
"What was that? What
asked, her voice calm. "A perfect love
om hers, his eyes searching her
," he said, his voice a low, frust
a wave of exhaustion washing over her.
. There was no point.
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