Kelly
I'm still shaking, still trying to find a way to be close to Crash without it breaking me in pieces. But I'm standing in his kitchen and pretty soon he's going to notice how long I've been gone. I swallow back the ache in my throat, trail my hand along the gorgeous granite breakfast bar in his kitchen, and head for the door out to the deck.
I'm taking a deep breath, about to open the sliding door, when I hear their voices, muffled but discernible because I didn't shut the door properly when I went inside. With the sunlight outside, they haven't noticed me standing a couple feet inside the door.
Tommy leans toward Crash. "It took us a week to get her in the door because of you. Hell, she almost refused to come at all. I'm not letting you corner her when she's just starting to relax. Hence, not happening, Crash."
"But—"
