“Morning.”
My eyes finally snapped up to meet his. In the light and this close, I could see the gold flecks scattered throughout the green of his eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. “Good morning, Gage.”
“How, uh—how are you today?”
I sighed and walked over to the coffeepot. “I know he talked to you, I could hear you guys last night. I don’t want you to be awkward around me now because of what you know.”
“Cassi, those things should have never happened to you. He should have told someone.”
I turned to find him right in front of me again. “I made him promise he wouldn’t.”
“Well he shouldn’t have listened to you.”
“You don’t get it, Gage. You weren’t there. I couldn’t let him.”
His eyes narrowed. “No, I wasn’t there. But if I had been, something would have been done the first time it ever happened. Why didn’t you say anything the night the cops showed?”
I shook my head; there was no point in trying to make him understand.
Gage put a hand on each side of my face and leaned closer. I swear I thought he was about to kiss me, like last night, and it didn’t matter that I hardly knew him; I wanted him to. “You didn’t deserve that, Cassi, you know that, right?”
“I do.”
Before I could realize what he was doing, he brushed my swoop bangs back and traced his thumb over a scar from Jeff’s glass. My body instantly stiffened and Gage’s eyes turned dark as he looked at it. He slowly tore his gaze from the scar to my eyes and spoke softly. “Didn’t deserve any of that.”
I took a step back and turned to look at the almost-full pot of coffee.
He reached around me and brought down two mugs before pouring coffee in each one. “I’m sorry if you like cream,” he drawled. “I don’t have any here.”
“That’s fine.” I breathed a quiet sigh of relief as I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the milk. “I’ll go to the store later and get some.”
When I was done pouring it in, he put the cap on for me and put it back in the fridge. Walking back over to me, he put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking at him. “How often did it happen, Cassi?”
My breaths started coming quicker. What was it about him that made me want to fall into his arms and not ever leave? It took his repeating his question for me to come out of my daydream. I was up against the counter, so I couldn’t step back, but I moved my head away from his hand and stared past his shoulder into the living room.
He guessed when he saw I wasn’t going to answer. “Every day?”
I still didn’t respond; if it was a weekend, it happened at least twice a day. But that was something even Tyler didn’t know. My body started involuntarily shaking and I hated that I was showing any sign of weakness in front of him.
“Never again, Cassi,” he whispered while he studied my face.
My eyes flew back to meet his and my throat tightened. He sounded like he was in pain just talking about it and I had no idea why. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me want his arms wrapped around me. I cleared my throat and forced myself to continue to meet his gaze. “Cassidy.”
“What?”
“My name is Cassidy.”
“Oh.” He looked a little sheepish. “My apologies, I didn’t realize.”
“No. Um, Tyler doesn’t like it. He calls me Cassi. I just wanted to tell you my real name.” Really I just wanted to hear it in his gravelly voice.
He smiled softly as he studied me for a minute and took a sip of his black coffee. “I like Cassidy, it fits.”
Oh damn . . . yep. I was right in wanting to hear him say that. My arms were covered in goose bumps and I even shivered. Yeah—his voice was that sexy.
When I didn’t say anything he walked around to the table and held out a chair, waiting for me to sit in it. We sat in silence for a while before I finally looked up at him again.
“This might be rude, but can I ask you something?”
One side of his mouth lifted up in a smile. “I think I already cornered the market on rude questions this morning, so go ahead.”
And cue the freaking dimples! I got so lost staring at them I forgot to ask my question and his smirk went to a full-blown Gage smile. At this rate I’d need to start wearing a sleeping mask and earplugs around him in order not to make myself look like an idiot. Though I’d look ridiculous either way. “Well, um, Tyler said you live on a ranch?”
“I do.”
“I was kind of thinking you’d look more like a cowboy . . .”