Chapter 11

What I wanted to tell him would have broken his heart, though: I’m just not that into you. But I didn’t say those words. Maybe I should have. My bad.

“You should leave, Miller. This is all a mistake. We’ll laugh about it later.”

Again, he shook his head. Then his attitude changed. “You’re purposely trying to hurt me.” He placed his glass of water next to the Colt on the dining room table, wrapped his arms around me, and pressed my bare chest against his. He breathed on my neck, sniffing my skin.

“You don’t want to hurt me, Victor. Promise me when I say that. I can get very ugly. It’s a side of me you’ve never seen before. A side I really don’t want to share with you.”

I pushed him away with both palms and warned him, “Don’t threaten me, Miller. Get out before I call the police. Get out of here before this gets crazy between us. Be a gentleman and leave as quietly as you came.”