Authors: Lora Leigh
She’d never imagined Amelia could be so hard, so judgmental. Sitting back in her chair
she stared at the woman she thought she knew.
“I can’t believe you feel that way,” she said quietly. “I thought you cared for Crowe—”
“When I was a teenager.” Amelia’s eyes narrowed as anger sparked in the gray depths.
“I’m not a teenager.”
“And you’re not the person you were the last time we visited, either,” Anna said carefully,
wondering what the hell was going on with her friend. “Or the woman you were when
I first met you. That woman would have never believed Crowe and his cousins had no
right to their homes.”
“Not at the price this County is paying.” Amelia slapped her hand on the top of the
table, rattling the dishes and shocking Anna with her response. “Go to France, Anna.
Go to France, go to California or New York, but get the hell out of Corbin County
before you die, too.”
Anna rose from her chair slowly. Moving with deliberate control she collected the
cups, thermos, sugar, and creamer, and placed them on the tray before carrying them
into the kitchen.
Amelia’s chair scraped across the stonework of the patio and Anna could feel her following
her.
Setting the tray on the counter, she turned to the other woman.
“Anna, listen to me—”
“I want you to leave, Amelia.” Anna gripped the counter behind her with desperate
fingers, terrified of the anger rising inside her now.
Amelia’s eyes narrowed, hiding a response Anna felt she would have preferred to see.
“Anna…”
“Leave before I say something I’ll regret.”
Amelia crossed her arms over her breasts, cocked her hip, and braced one leg to the
side. It was her classic confrontation stance.
“I’m not going to lose your friendship because of those damned Callahans,” she bit
out.
“It’s probably already too late to worry about that,” Anna assured her, breathing
in carefully through her nose, promising herself she wasn’t going to lose her temper.
“Because I think they’re wrong to come back here? To set up shop and home and pretend
as though women aren’t dying around them?” Amelia cried out. “God, Anna, do you see
how wrong that is?”
“What I see as wrong is the fact that you should decide they should have to give up
everything that should have been theirs, every dream they ever had, because some bastard
doesn’t want them here,” Anna all but screamed at her.
There went her temper.
Red blazed through her senses as the building rage began to explode.
“What I see as wrong, Amelia, is the fact that you feel that way, when you above all
people know what they’ve lost. You have no right.” She pointed her finger at the other
woman furiously. “You have no right, Amelia—”
“It’s my friends dying…”
“And it’s their lovers,” Anna yelled. “It’s their friends, the women they
would
die for. Do you think leaving would stop it? They left, and that bastard found the
lovers they tried to keep hidden. Do you honestly believe anything will stop that
son of a bitch, short of fucking killing him, to make him stop torturing those men?
And, by God, he sure as hell has no right to force me from Corbin County, or from
my goddamned family, and if you can’t see that, then no, Amelia, I have no use for
you as a friend because you’re not the person I thought you were to begin with.”
“And what kind of person did you think I was?” A tear fell from Amelia’s eye. “The
kind of person that would wake up one morning to the news they’ve found your body,
raped and tortured, naked and lifeless, and actually survive it?” Her breathing hitched
as more tears fell. “No, Anna, I’m not the person you thought I was, then.”
“No, Amelia, I thought you were the type of person that would at least understand
why I came home, why I want family that I don’t have to beg to be around, and why
I want to be with the man I’ve loved since I was a teenager,” she argued fiercely.
“You haven’t lived enough to even know what love is.”
“Leave, Amelia,” Anna yelled. Stalking to the door, she threw it open furiously, not
even surprised at the sight of Archer and Crowe as they stared back in surprise from
the doorstep. “Get the fuck out, and don’t bother worrying. You didn’t worry while
I was stuck in those damned schools after you left, nor did you bother to fucking
come around me unless I defied my family and returned home. And obviously the only
reason you did was to convince me to leave, because that was usually the only reason
I did go back. So just get the hell out.”
Everyone was staring at her as though she had grown two heads and was spitting venom
rather than fury.
Turning on her heel she all but ran from the door and raced up the stairs, only barely
aware of Oscar slinking from the kitchen and running up with her. He cleared the door
into the bedroom only seconds before she gripped it and slammed it closed.
And there, without bothering to run to the bed, she leaned against the wall and slowly
slid to the floor, tears finally falling, the sobs finally tearing from her.
The one person she thought would understand was, she was only now realizing, the one
who had always convinced her to leave. And she was beginning to wonder, had she been
a friend, or merely an instrument her family used to keep her from Corbin County and
from her cousin?
And that raised the same question she couldn’t stop asking.
Why?
* * *
Archer moved slowly into the kitchen, ignoring Amelia for a moment as she turned,
obviously crying and attempting to get a hold of herself.
“What the hell happened here?” He turned to her after hearing Crowe come through the
door behind him.
Crowe stood to the side of the door, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression
dark and foreboding as he glared at the top of Amelia’s head.
“Can I borrow your study, Archer?” Crowe asked, never moving his gaze from the young
woman.
“Do you intend to get any answers?”
“I do,” Crowe said as Amelia turned and moved for the door.
Crowe stopped her. The second he gripped her upper arm she froze, as though something
had sucked every iota of energy from her body. “Excuse us, if you will.”
He all but dragged Amelia from the kitchen as Archer breathed out roughly, almost
regretting the fact that he’d allowed the other man to remove her from his ire.
Anna had been crying. Someone had made his Anna cry, and that just pissed him the
fuck off.
Moving to the stairs, he strode up them quickly and within seconds entered the bedroom.
The sight of her against the wall, Oscar cuddled against her side as she covered her
face and sobbed, broke his heart.
Hunching down in front of her he grabbed two tissues from the table next to the bed
and handed them to her.
Taking them, she held them to her face but the sobs didn’t stop.
“Come on, baby,” he said softly. “It’s just Amelia. You two will make up in a few
days and everything will be fine. Right?”
Wasn’t that what girlfriends did? They fought, they cried, then they made up.
She shook her head fiercely.
“Come on, it’s not like she killed my cat,” he tried to joke. “She’s your friend.”
She shook her head again, though the sobs were easing.
“Anna, talk to me, at least,” he urged her. “Tell me what she did. Maybe I can even
arrest her for it.”
She didn’t laugh, and he really needed to see her laugh.
Instead, she blew her nose delicately before lowering the tissues and staring back
at him miserably.
“She’s like my family,” she said tearfully. “She said the Callahans should give up
everything they love and have fought for, because of a madman. I should give up everything
I love and need, because of some bastard who doesn’t want me here,” she cried, her
voice low now. “But you know, Archer, at least she came here…” Her breathing hitched
again. “She came. My family couldn’t even come to me with the truth. They couldn’t
trust me. They couldn’t love me. They just threw me away to give in to a killer, rather
than telling me anything, explaining anything, or even giving me a chance.”
The tears were still falling. They were still breaking his heart, and Archer was damned
if he knew how to ease the pain he could see shimmering in those pretty green eyes.
It was the pain of betrayal, the pain of desertion and separation, and he had no idea
how to fix it.
“You know why…” Hell, he had no idea what to say to her. “They love you enough to
do without you to keep you safe.”
Anger flashed in her eyes again.
Carefully setting Oscar aside, she rose to her feet. Straightening with her, Archer
watched as she paced across the room before turning back to him.
“You wanted me before you ever touched me at the weekend social that night, didn’t
you?” It felt like an accusation.
“You know I did,” he said, though he wondered for a second if he should have broken
his number one rule where lovers were concerned and lied to her.
“But you wouldn’t have done anything about it if I hadn’t teased you into touching
me that night. I wouldn’t be here right now, would I? You wouldn’t have tried to contact
me or come looking for me, would you, Archer?”
Hell, yes, he should have lied to her.
Rubbing at the back of his neck, he breathed out roughly. “I don’t know, Anna,” he
finally sighed, opting for honesty. “I wanted you, and I wanted you bad. But as long
as you weren’t here, I could ignore it.”
Anna turned away from him.
She could feel the anger burning inside her to such a degree that she felt it would
sear her soul to ashes.
Didn’t anyone want her?
It didn’t make sense.
She wasn’t a hateful person, nor was she a complete hag. She didn’t think she was
someone to be embarrassed over, but maybe she was wrong.
She wanted to scream.
The ache in her stomach was so deep, so spiraling, she could barely stand it. It physically
cramped her muscles and had her wanting to reach for her stomach to hold the pain
back.
She had to breathe in deep. She had to fight back the same burning anger toward Archer
that she’d felt toward Amelia earlier.
She hated losing her temper with Amelia, because as wrong as she had been—and Anna
did believe she was wrong—still, Anna knew she had said what she had out of fear and
worry.
That didn’t mean she deserved an apology, but if she went off on Archer, then she
would definitely be eating crow later, and she so did not like the taste of crow.
She breathed in deep.
“Anna, I’ve always known you’d come home eventually,” he finally said.
But she hadn’t been good enough to come looking for.
All those years she’d sat and stared into the darkness, wondering, questioning, trying
to make sense of why her own family didn’t want her, and she’d never thought to question
why Archer hadn’t even called to say hello.
“I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t have just gone to France.” She gave a bitter
little laugh. “At least someone there wanted me.”
It hadn’t been her family. It hadn’t been those she considered friends.
It had just been a company, but Anna knew the family that owned it and she knew how
tight-knit and close that family was. They wouldn’t have left her out in the cold
after moving there. Hell, all she’d had to do was look out for Jacques’ wandering
hands and medieval attitude.
Why hadn’t she at least tried it? She could have just hit Jacques with a bat or something.
He would have kept his hands to himself after that. Right?
Because she wanted to be home.
“Crowe should change his mind about spanking her ass for being such a damned busybody.
The little wench doesn’t deserve it,” Archer growled behind her.
Anna flipped around in shock. “You would have him abuse her? Crowe would actually
dare something like that?”
His brow lifted. “Abuse her? I didn’t say he should abuse her. I said he should rethink
spanking her.”
“He wouldn’t dare hurt her. And there’s no difference between spanking her and abusing
her?”
“Of course there is,” he assured her mockingly. “One she wouldn’t enjoy, one she would
definitely enjoy after the initial nervousness.”
“You’re crazy!” she cried. “No woman enjoys being abused, Archer.”
He snorted at that. “Perhaps I’ll show you differently one of these days.”
“I highly doubt it,” she promised him. “I’m moving out of this room. I’ll be out of
the house come morning. Because I’ll be damned if I want to stay someplace else where
I wasn’t wanted to begin with.”
CHAPTER 13
She’d already emptied the dresser of her frilly stuff and thrown her folded jeans
to the floor by the chair. She didn’t have a lot of clothes with her, just the ones
she’d managed to stuff into that bag she stole from her own bedroom and the few things
she’d bought from Goodwill.
Son of a bitch, Archer hadn’t even been able to convince John Corbin or her parents
to pack some of her clothes and bring them to him. And he hadn’t been able to make
time to take her shopping, either.
He intended to rectify that soon.
Very damned soon.
But first, he had to do something about the pain surging through her, and her belief
that she wasn’t wanted by anyone in her life that she cared about.
The fact that he was adding to that pain pissed him the fuck off.
Son of a bitch, she had such a tender heart, and such a pure, gentle nature. That
tender heart and gentle nature were being tromped on, though. It didn’t sit so well
with him that he was helping to do it, either.
As bad as he felt about it, he didn’t feel bad enough to give in and let her leave
him. The minute she was no longer under his protection, then he was terrified she
would no longer be safe, either. The bastard was threatening John Corbin nearly nightly,
and Archer had received a note or two himself.
He’d ignored them. Just as he ignored the threats Corbin had been given. For whatever
reason, they couldn’t strike out at Anna yet. But Archer intended to be there when
they decided to do it.