Like a thief, West slips into my personal space. “I can see that. Do you mind if I give it a crack? I’m quite talented when it comes to taking clothes off of pretty girls.”

I’d normally laugh because that statement is so West, but I don’t. Instead, I extend my arm. West cradles my hand in both of his and slides his thumb against the exposed skin. “I’ll do this slow and then we’ll get out of here. Just you and me. What do you think?”

Something wet threatens the corner of my eye. Sweat maybe? I’m not sure. “Okay.”

“Good.” He begins to untangle the material that’s knotted like necklaces shaken together in a jewelry box. “There’s too many people here for my liking. I prefer to kiss you in private.”

As if from a distance, someone shouts something about clearing out and I sort of recognize the voice as John’s.

“Kaden hit me behind the ear,” I say as if that will help him understand.

“I saw.” He meets my eyes and his hands pause. “Are you hurt?”

I’m broken. “No.”

Guilt rushes through me. My eyes dart until I spot Kaden, but I don’t have to look far. He’s beside me and Jax is next to him. How could I not have noticed? “Are you okay?”

He beats his chest twice. “Made of stone, remember? Plus it’s not the first time you’ve taken me down. How about you, Hays? You okay?”

No. “I’m sorry.” And I stop because my throat closes. I hold my breath when my eyes burn. I hit my brother. When Kaden’s glove connected to my head, my mind flashed to Matt and I hit my brother. I caused him pain—on purpose. I can’t fight. I shouldn’t fight. “I’m sorry.”

“She’s shaking,” says Jax.

Cold air caresses my fingers as West frees the wraps. “I’m getting her out of here.”

“Not to her uncle’s.” John walks up next to West. “Her blood sugar’s dropping. Get her something to eat and that’ll help with the shock. Kaden, Jax—meet Haley at the front door of the house at midnight. She doesn’t need her uncle’s crap tonight.”

West slides his jacket off and tosses it around my shoulders. He shouldn’t be nice to me. “I hit my brother.” In anger.

West brushes his fingers against my cheek and cups my face in his palms. “It’s okay.”

“John,” says Jax. “Maybe she should stay with us.”

“I want you,” I whisper to West.

“Then you’ll have me. Can you walk?”

I nod, but my legs don’t move. West bends over; then my feet are dangling and my body is cradled tightly to his. I rest my head on his shoulder because it’s too heavy to hold and plus...I like his warmth.

“It’s okay, Haley,” West says as he carries me past the bags for the door. “It’s okay.”

Chapter 56

West

Fresh out of the shower and in a borrowed purple sweater and jeans from Rachel’s room, Haley twirls the fettuccine Alfredo I heated for her onto the fork and slides it into her mouth. Dad’s away on business, Mom’s staying the night at the hospital and my brothers are God knows where. Long story short—we’re completely alone.

Haley and I sit next to each other on the floor of my room and lean against the end of my bed. Some girl-movie Rachel’s watched a million times plays on the flat screen. I put it on for Haley, hoping it would make her smile and distract her. She watches it, and, while color has returned to her cheeks, her eyes are flat and dull.

“This is a lot better than deer meat,” she says.

It seems like years ago when the two of us shared a simple meal on the floor of the attic. “We have a guy who cooks a couple of times a week. Our fridge is always stocked.”

She creates an H in her nearly demolished bowl of noodles. “That must be nice.”

Until I was thrown out, I took it for granted. Along with a million other things. “Are we going to discuss what happened earlier?”

In midbite, Haley coughs, then forces down the swallow. “Do we have to?”

“Yeah.”

“I got hit and freaked out. I guess I’m rusty.”

“What did Matt do to you?”

She slams the bowl to the floor and the fork clanks. “Nothing.”

Bullshit. “You turn white every time you see him, and Jax told me you stopped fighting six months ago—the same time you broke up with Matt. Jax also told me you held a national title. National titleholders don’t walk. Matt did something and I want to know what he did.”

A fire ignites in Haley—the same inferno as the night we met. “Jax needs to keep his mouth shut.”

“Maybe you need to learn how to talk.” And I hit the nail on the head and I’m much closer than I’d prefer. The pieces fall into place: Haley freaking about fighting, about dating a fighter, then how hard she’s fighting me now. A dangerous undercurrent of anger floods my veins. “Did Matt hit you?”

“You don’t get to ask me that.” Haley’s on her feet and across my room in seconds. I’m up after her fast and I grab her arm before she can reach the doorknob. When I turn her toward me, she jerks away, then slams her palms into my chest. “Don’t touch me!”

She gasps and stares at her hands as if they’re covered in blood. “Oh, God, I did it again.”

I worked too hard getting her back to reality and I’m not going to let her slip away. I take her hands and plant them on my chest. “Do it again. If you need to shove me. Do it. You know I can take it.”