Beautifully Broken 2: If You Leave
Page 19Suddenly this doesn’t seem like a game anymore. Gabriel is serious and concerned, strong and lethal.
And I want him.
I want him.
I want him.
I swallow, dropping my gaze before he can see the truth.
“I’m fine. Jared is just an ass. He’s always had a temper problem.”
“Maddy!” Ethan calls, coming forward now that it’s safe. “Are you all right?”
No thanks to you, I think, utterly disappointed in everything about him. His candy-ass clothes, his bland personality, his ability to stand aside and watch Jared harass me.
I hate violence and I hate bullies, but standing up for someone smaller or weaker is something different entirely.
And Ethan didn’t do it.
Resentment wells up in me. Seriously. He was ten yards away. He could’ve stepped up to help, but he didn’t. What kind of man does that?
“I’m fine,” I sigh, fighting the urge to be a bitch, fighting the urge to tell him what a p**sy he is. “Gabriel stepped in.”
I turn abruptly, blocking Ethan from my sight. It might be rude, but I’m pissed.
All I want to look at now is Gabriel. I want to revel in the fact that he stood up for me. He stepped in when he didn’t have to.
No one’s ever done that for me before.
“Thank you,” I tell Gabe simply. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I didn’t?” he asks doubtfully. “I’m not going to watch something like that without stepping in. You were holding your own like a champ, but once he put his hands on you, it was game over.”
I nod, suddenly feeling a little choked up.
Gabriel is night and Ethan is day. And all of a sudden I see the beauty in that.
Yeah, Ethan is a doctor who is trained to save lives. But he doesn’t have it in him to stand up to someone if he needs to. And even though I should probably respect that about him since I hate violence, I just can’t. I need someone who can walk a thin line—someone who isn’t a bully, someone who isn’t violent, but someone who has the ability to summon up all the fury of hell if he needs to protect someone.
Someone like Gabriel.
Gabriel has been trained to protect people at all costs, even if the cost is his own life. He’s not a violent bully. He’s a protector.
For some reason, even though I should’ve seen it before, this knowledge slams into my chest and leaves me dumbfounded. The idea that I need a protector makes me feel weak. But the idea that I just had a protector makes me feel strong.
Invincible.
I only savor the feeling for a minute before I shake it away. Needing someone like that makes you weak. You can’t count on other people to be there. You can only count on yourself.
Myself.
“Maddy, I’m sorry,” he says hesitantly, staring from Gabriel to me. I can see that he’s very uncomfortable standing next to Gabriel, but he doesn’t address it. “I’ve got to go. A patient is fully dilated and ready to deliver. Can we get a rain check on breakfast?”
I nod quickly, almost relieved. I almost feel guilty for being pissed that he didn’t step up, but I don’t. He stood over there looking on even after he hung up his phone. He could definitely have done something then.
But he didn’t.
Because he’s a candy-ass.
“Of course,” I tell him. “Not a problem.”
I stand still, waiting for him to leave, and he looks at me uncertainly again.
“Maddy, I’m your ride.”
Oh.
In the heat of the moment I’d forgotten. And Gabe’s intoxicating nearness isn’t helping either. I inhale his power and his strength with every breath I take. It’s distracting.
I flush and take a step away from him. My foot doesn’t seem to want to comply, but I force it.
“Right,” I say sheepishly. “I came with you.”
Gabe smiles, like he knows exactly why I’m distracted. Like he can see the comparison I’ve been drawing between him and Ethan. Like he can see how much he wins that comparison.
“I can take you,” he offers. “I mean, if the doctor has an emergency.”
Ethan looks uncertain for a split second, then nods. “That would be great. I really should go. Maddy?”
Ethan looks at me, expecting me to agree. And there’s really nothing else I can do, not without seeming like an utter bitch.
But the idea of Gabe and me… sitting within the small confines of a car again. The mere thought almost makes me twitch, because all I can do is think of the last time.
When Gabe licked his fingers clean.
Warmth spreads into my panties.
I can’t help it.
Gabriel’s dark gaze is on me, potent and powerful, and I swear to God he’s remembering too. His lip actually twitches, trying to fight off a smile.
The man can affect me without saying a word, especially now that I’ve decided I was wrong about him. I was so, so wrong.
He’s a protector.
That makes it even harder to fight off this attraction.
You don’t need protecting anymore, I remind myself. You’re all grown up—strong and independent. No one can hurt you now. But that doesn’t matter. None of that matters. All that matters is how Gabriel is making me feel right now.
Safe.
I swallow hard and try to act nonchalant, as though he doesn’t affect me at all.
“That would be fine,” I finally manage to say. “Thank you, Gabriel.”
“I’d give you a ride anytime,” he answers and I look at him sharply. His double entendre hasn’t been missed. At least not by me. Ethan is oblivious.
“Thank you,” Ethan tells Gabriel grudgingly. He starts to walk away, then calls over his shoulder, “I’ll call you soon, Maddy.”
I don’t even answer.
Gabe looks at me, amusement in his dark eyes. “What the hell do you see in that guy?”
“I… er…” and then I can’t help but dissolve into a giggle.
The memory of Ethan standing helplessly to the side, watching while Jared puffed out his chest like a rooster, suddenly makes me laugh. I’m no longer even mad about it. It’s just so ridiculous.
“I don’t know,” I finally manage. “He’s been a friend for a long time. He was probably just afraid. Fighting isn’t really his thing.”
“He’s a candy-ass,” Gabriel answers simply. “Fear is a choice.”
What an interesting thing to say. I’m sure that, for him, fear is a choice. It’s how he’s been trained. He’s hard and strong and he’s not afraid of anything.
Except for one thing. The thing that brought him to his knees that night in Chicago.
His secret.
We walk to his car and I slide into the passenger seat, clicking my seat belt. I don’t know what it is about guys and hot rods, and I’ll probably never understand it.
As Gabe pulls out of the parking lot, he glances at me.
“I’m sorry about your parents.”
Crap.
“You overheard that?” I ask, not looking him in the eye. I hate talking about this with people. I hate the sympathy in their eyes and trying to figure out what to do with it.
He nods.
“Yeah. I was standing right behind you.” But then he drops it.
I don’t know whether he’s just not interested enough to ask questions or whether he’s uncomfortable talking about stuff like that, but either way I’m grateful. If I never talk about my parents dying again, that would be just fine with me.
“What was Jared saying about my sister?” Gabe asks as he turns onto the main road. I shake my head.
“He said she was lying about him and wanted me to tell her to stop. I have no clue what he was talking about.”
Gabriel looks thoughtful. “I don’t know either. But he ran like the p**sy he is. You know, he grabbed you. I’m sure the gas station probably has a surveillance camera. You could press charges if you want to. Teach the little shit a lesson.”
“I might,” I answer. “I keep thinking that he’ll get tired of messing with Jacey, that he’ll just go away, but he hasn’t so far. Maybe we really should call the police. On the other hand, if I do, that might really piss him off and he’ll never stop. I grew up with him. He’s always gonna be an a**hole.”
I nod slowly. “Let’s change the subject. I’ve had enough of Jared for the day.”
Gabe finally smiles, a slow smile that spreads along his lips.
“OK. First you can tell me which way to turn, then you can tell me the real reason you’re f**king around with doctor boy.”
I roll my eyes. “Left. And I told you the real reason. He’s been a friend for a long time.”
Gabriel’s the one rolling his eyes now.
“He doesn’t think he’s just your friend,” Gabe points out as he turns down my road. “You should put him out of his misery.”
“And why would I do that?” I demand. “You don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“No,” Gabriel concedes. “But I know what you want. You want me.”
“Oh, geez. Are we back to that?” I shake my head, but his words cause a rush of warmth to spread through me. I do want him, a**hole cockiness and all.
“Jacey thinks you should date me,” Gabriel announces as he turns into my drive.
I put my hand on the car handle. “You don’t want to date me,” I tell him. “You want to f**k me. There’s a big difference.”
He shrugs. “Tomato, tomahto.”
A thrill shoots through me and I can’t help but smile as I open the door.
“To be honest, I rarely do what your sister suggests. She’s insane.”
“Yes, she is,” Gabriel agrees. “About most things. The verdict is still out on this particular thing, though.”
“Oh, really?” I ask, my eyebrow cocked.
“Yup. Maybe we should do a little research. You know, just to see. Let’s have dinner on Saturday night.”
And with that, just like that, the game is back on.
He stares at me, waiting for me to accept.
Do you want to play? Yes or no?
He apparently thinks there’s no way I would decline. I have to avoid looking at his totally cut body so that I can. I have to put the image of him standing up for me out of my mind.
Because there’s something about him that I don’t know.
Something secret.
Something that made him freak the f**k out, turning this strong protector into a violent incoherent guy who has panic attacks and punches walls. And I have no idea what that something is.
I shake my head.