Chapter Fourteen
Davin hadn’t showed.
Morgan snored. Of course he hadn’t.
She couldn’t say what she was most angry about: that Davin hadn’t bothered to call or that she actually believed that he would.
She could kick herself.
After last night, it was hard not to think that there might be more there. Some small chance at an actual relationship. But he’d tried to warn her this morning. She just hadn’t listened.
There was no chance for the two of them. Morgan knew this deep down inside, but still there had been just that little smidgen of hope that she’d clutched. She wanted to believe in that hope for the both of them.
For about the millionth time, Morgan looked at the clock. It was nearly one in the morning. Another five hours, and she’d be getting up for work again.
Then she’d be right back to the usual routine. Work, book club, drinking with the girls and no chance to ever find love because she wouldn’t let go of Davin.
Morgan stood from the couch and switched off the TV show she’d been watching. It wasn’t anything she’d even seen before. Some crazy swamp show about creepy creatures that went bump in the night. Really just mindless stuff so she didn’t have to focus too much on the pain of Davin’s betrayal.
She wanted to throw her remote at the TV or smash a lamp or something.
That was it. Morgan was done with this crap. She was done waiting for a man who just didn’t seem to want her back, even after she’d given her heart and body. She was done with letting her heart be broken over and over again.
Morgan was done with it all.
She had stepped over to turn out the light when a soft knock came at the door.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, her heart leapt a little. A few seconds later, the anger returned.
“He better be dead,” she whispered. She peeked out the window. “Un-fucking-believable.”
Anger raged in her now as she swung the door open wide.
Davin stood there looking just as amazing as he did that morning. “Morgan,” he said softly.
She could smell cheap perfume and the stench of stale alcohol on him before he’d even stepped close to her.
When she wrinkled her nose, he gave a sort of sheepish look that could only mean one thing. There was another woman involved.
Morgan grit her teeth.
One day. He couldn’t even make it one fucking day. All his sweet words meant nothing in the end.
With all her strength, she tried to slam the door in his face, but he caught it just before she did, pushing his way in.
“Don’t be like that,” he said as he shut the door behind him, and stepped into the tiny apartment.
“Don’t be…” she sputtered. She stared at him in disbelief. Did he really think she wasn’t going to be mad? That she wouldn’t notice? Her cheeks flamed with anger. “Are you actually serious right now?”
“I’m sorry I’m late.”
She gave a short laugh. Being late was only half the problem at this point.
“Late?”
Davin sighed. “This is why it won’t work with us,” he mumbled.
Morgan crossed her arms over her chest. “Because you can’t bother to pick up a fucking phone and call?”
His eyes pierced hers. “Exactly,” he said flatly. “Because I never know what I’ll be doing in an hour, much less seven.”
She rolled her eyes. “Really? Because your life is so chaotic that you can’t tell what you’ll be doing in seven hours?”
He shrugged. “Pretty much.”
Morgan continued to stare at him as Davin leaned against the couch. For the first time, she noticed how tired he looked.
“Fine,” she huffed. “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been doing, then? Because I don’t remember any of your guys wearing hooker stench.”
Davin leveled his gaze on her. “You really want to know?”
Morgan wasn’t really sure she did considering what he’d done the day before, but it was better than this limbo of being out of the loop.
Plus, she needed to know if he was sleeping around. There was no way in hell she was risking some sort of STD because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.
“Yes,” Morgan said. “I want to know.”
“I was at a strip club,” he said. “Actually, I’ve been to three tonight.”
She blinked several times. “A strip club?”
Morgan let out a long sigh. This wasn’t exactly going like she planned. All this time she’d been sitting here, worrying and thinking, and he’d been at some club letting some other woman grind herself on his lap. Her throat closed over a little the more she thought about it.
His admission was almost worse than admitting to sleeping with another woman. It meant that he had plenty of opportunities to call her, if only to lie about where he was. It was obvious that, in the end, he just didn’t give a damn.
Something snapped in Morgan. She marched over to him and swung her hand hard at his smug face. She was going to wipe the smile off his face completely. If he thought she was going to just sit around while he fucked around, he had another thing coming.
Davin caught it midair before her palm could make contact.
He held it there gently as she seethed.
“Is that what you want?” Morgan shouted. “You want to be with other women?” She pointed with her free hand. “Well, there’s the door. Be my guest.”
Davin pulled on her arm, and she fell towards him. His mouth came down hot and hard against her own.
Morgan didn’t want to kiss him. Her mind told her to knee him right between the legs, but her body was more concerned with doing other things.
After a moment, he pulled back.
“No,” he whispered. “I don’t want to be with other women, and I don’t want to leave.”
A tear leaked down her cheek. “I don’t understand. Why were you at strip clubs?”
Davin sighed and put a little distance between their bodies. “I was looking for information,” he said. “The Russians are getting bolder with their moves around here. This town is going to hell, and if we don’t do something soon, it will be too late.”
Morgan had seen the news and knew he was right. Drugs were a growing problem as well as businesses being destroyed by local thugs.
“But what do you care? You don’t even live here.”
Davin shrugged. “My cousin hired me and my men,” he said, then stared directly at her again. “And I have people I want to protect here.”
She wasn’t even sure what to make of that. How was she supposed to be angry when he said things like that?
“You’re an idiot,” she said.
Davin frowned. “What?”
Morgan stepped and stared at his handsome face. “Next time just text, jerk.”
He shook his head. “I’m not good at that stuff.”
She leaned in a little. “So you get better,” she said. “Somehow I think you’ll be a fast learner.”