When You Are Mine(49)

       
           



       

TJ.

She drew in quick, choppy breaths, wounded so deeply by that  poison-tipped barb. He started toward her, but she held up a staying  hand.

"Maybe you should just get to that shitty job of yours before we do any  more damage to each other." Her voice pain-hushed, she fixed her gaze on  her still-bare feet.

"Kerris, I-"

"I'll see you tonight." She turned and shuffled toward the kitchen.

She went back to the sink, biting her lip when she heard him finally  leave, the door closing in a controlled whisper signaling his careful  exit. She tried to ignore the pain that burned like a heated stone in  her belly, but she couldn't. She doubled over the sink. How could he  have even considered throwing TJ in her face? She knew she'd hurt him,  but she couldn't ever imagine using any of the pains he had shared with  her against him, to wound him in an argument.

The air around her reeked of his accusations, polluted by his mistrust.  She felt like he had chopped several inches off her, diminished her and  smudged her. She longed for Walsh to clean her up again as he had before  in a night-darkened gazebo, but that would never happen. She had made  her choice, and she would have to live with it.