Page 12 of Loving Her
“I think you’re trying to get rid of me, Doc.”
“Don’t you want to know who you are and who you have waiting for you in Kentucky, Breaker?”
“When I look into your eyes, the answer to that is no.”
“Maybe your concussion was worse than we thought?” I mutter, trying to ignore the way my body feels alive when he is this close.
“Are you telling me you don’t feel this pull between us, Doc?”
I moisten my lips. I want to instantly deny him. I’d be lying, but I still think that stoppingwhatever this is—right here and now—is prudent. It’s definitely safer. “I’m telling you that knowing there could be someone waiting for you in Kentucky means whatever pull between us there is—will never happen. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a sick dog waiting for me in the clinic.” I take a step around him, and he surprisingly backs up a step.
“This ain’t over, Doc.”
“It never began, Breaker,” I respond. I ignore how those words make me feel sad. I don’t look back. I just keep walking.
I don’t have a choice.
Chapter 8
Breaker
“Fuck,” I moan as I lay back on the bed.
How in the hell am I supposed to go back to Kentucky when walking to the barn and back makes me feel like I’m going to fall over? Today has been a clusterfuck of issues. The lone bright spot was working puzzles with little Tinny. She always makes me smile. She’s a handful, but I can’t stop smiling around her. Just like her mother, she is special.
And that’s another problem.
Everything that Indy said makes complete sense. I’m insane for being obsessed with a woman when I don’t even know my own fucking name. I know that. It’s just that I don’t give a fuck. I spent days listening to her talk. It hurt to hear how tender her voice was when she spoke with her daughter. I heard her laughter, felt her soft touch, and most of all, I heard her cry when she thought there was no one in the room but an unconscious man.
Indy is carrying so much on her shoulders. I don’t know why that hits me so hard, but it does. I want to be the man to help lighten her load. There’s something inside me that believes I was destined to do that for her. Realistically, I know Indy had legitimate concerns. I also know I should try to find out aboutmy old life. Hell, it should probably be the first thing on my mind.
I don’t know how to explain it to her. I can’t even make myself fully understand. The moment I heard her voice, I felt like I had found home. It sounds bizarre, but I don’t really give a damn either. The first time I saw her, there was something about her that was familiar. I just don’t believe all of this is coincidence. There’s a reason I’m here with her and no one will be able to convince me otherwise.
Now if I could just convince Indy.
She is right about one thing. I need to find out who I am and why someone tried to kill me. I won’t risk bringing trouble to Indy’s door. She has no idea that I heard her cry. I know that letting me hear her so vulnerable is not something she’d want.
Before I can do anything, I’m going to have to get stronger. Right now, I couldn’t defend myself, much less her and Tinny. I also need to address her fears about me having another woman. She could be right. I still think if there was someone serious in my life, I’d know it somehow.
“You, okay?”
I turn my head to look toward the door. Indy is staring at me, and I can see the concern on her face.
“Yeah,” I lie. “Just a lot on my mind.”
“You’re hurting,” she counters.
“Not bad. I’ll survive. I’ve had worse.”
“Stop lying. You can’t remember what you’ve had in the past.”
My lips twitch. “Got me there, Doc.”
“Jeff said you helped him in the barn today,” she adds, walking into the room. Her arms are crossed at her chest, as if daring me to lie to her.
“I swept about a three by four area and had to sit down. I don’t think you can call that helping.”
“Are you trying to kill yourself?” she huffs.