Seriously, what the hell am I doing here? I’d asked myself the same question at least forty times over the past hour but the answer was blindingly obvious. I was here for her.
Jamie-Lea was the reason I came and she was the reason I was ignoring everything I thought I knew about myself. There was some kind of irresistible pull between us and the scientist in me was curious to understand it.
I messed up the night before; I could tell she was uncomfortable with the way that asshole was touching her but I was too busy wanting to kill something to make sure she was okay. Like the stupid fucker I was, I got angry with her instead of putting it right.
That won’t be happening again.
I’d been watching the way she acted with her brothers for the past few hours and I was sort of gobsmacked. It would have made for a fascinating study of human behaviour if I’d wanted to trade my education in for an armchair degree. I needed to figure it out.
It was like the girl I’d come to know over the past few weeks had retreated into the background and was replaced by someone else, someone who was afraid of her own shadow. Apparently, I was more right than I could have imagined when I jokingly likened her to a scared little squirrel. Whenever one of them looked her way, she seemed to freeze for a second.
I didn’t like that. Not one fucking bit. Continue reading