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you did to me. Do you have any idea what it did to my mom when you left? She treated you like a fucking daughter. And you didn’t even have the decency to call.”
    “I know,” she whispers.
    “What’s not fair is watching my mom suffer because you’re too fucking selfish to pick up the goddamn phone and let us know you’re okay.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “You’re sorry?” I laugh bitterly. “Did you know we filed a missing person’s report?”
    I have to slam on the breaks to miss going through a red light.
    “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
    “But you’re going to leave again, right?”
    “I have to.” She chews on her bottom lip and stares blankly out the window.
    “You’re unbelievable, you know that.”
    We ride the rest of the way in silence.
    When I stop in front of the shelter, she reaches for the door handle.
    I grip her hand, stopping her. “Wait.”
    Her hand is cool in mine and I feel her tremble beneath my touch.
    “Don’t go.” My words are pathetic even to my own ears, but I don’t care. “Don’t disappear again.”
    She tilts her head against the headrest and closes her eyes. “If you knew...”
    “We’ve both done some fucked up shit.” I was no saint, and she knew it. But my biggest mistake was not making her mine when I’d had the chance. I run my knuckles across her cheek and she shivers.
    Her lashes flutter open, and she looks at me. Carmel with flecks of honey. So fucking beautiful.
    For a brief moment, hope flickers in her gaze, but just as quickly, she shuts it down.
    “Don’t do that.” I slide my hand behind her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair, and leaning into her. Close enough to inhale her scent.
    “What?”
    “Hide from me.” My voice is hoarse, filled with emotion.
    She holds my gaze and her tongue flickers across her lips.
    My eyes fall to her mouth. The need to kiss her, overpowers all common sense. Every dark, animalistic urge I’d been pinning down snaps to the surface. The distance between us suddenly feels like a gulf.
    Without a second thought, I jerk her lips to mine and crash my mouth against hers. Her sharp intake of breath, the slight tension in her body, are quickly replaced with a need that matches my own.
    The world explodes. And I know that there will never be anything as good as this moment.
    I taste her. Breathe her in. My tongue slips over her lips, licking them, pressing into her mouth, giving into my need. I kiss her with greedy hunger, unable to hold back the groan that rumbles from my chest.
    Heat pulses through me, gripping my balls and making my cock hard as steel.
    It’s so good. So fucking right.
    I don’t care what she did in the past. I want her. I’d always wanted her. She’s mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.
    Suddenly, she pulls back and stares at me, blinking. Surprise shines in her eyes. Hell, I’m shocked too. Not just by the kiss, but by the intensity of it. I’d had too many fantasies about that sweet mouth, but not one had lived up to the reality of it.
    “I can’t do this.” With stubborn determination, she slips from my grasp and darts out into the rain, slamming the door behind her.
    Fuck. The heat of the moment is replaced with a cold chill that settles in my chest. I smash my fist against the dashboard, ignoring the pain that shoots through my hand.
    I drag my fingers through my hair and curse.
    Something white, caught between the seats, catches my eye.
    She was in such a goddamn rush to get away from me she’d forgotten her prescription.
    I’m about to go after her, when I see something I hadn’t noticed before. The name on the bag wasn’t Mackenzie’s, so who the fuck was Logan Mitchell?
     

Chapter 5
     
    Three Years Earlier
     
    Mackenzie
     
    Charlie’s is packed for a Tuesday night. I don’t mind. I need the extra tips. Two more weeks and I’ll have enough to finally get out of my house and away from my mom’s new drug dealing boyfriend, and the little favors he’s been