Chapter 4
"Do I want to talk about it?" she repeated incredulously. "No, thank you, I don't believe I do."
"Will you talk about it?" he asked trying a different angle.
It was sink or swim time and he hoped to god that he wasn't on his way down. He kept his eyes on her face hoping that a readable expression would come into her eyes. He could tell she was having a silent battle with herself and clearly not winning. Her body screamed that it need to vent and clear the air around her and he knew they would be here awhile.
Looking at him she sent a message that could not be mistaken. She hated him. Hated that he could get under her skin so fast. Hated that whatever defense mechanism she were to put up at this or any other time, he would just barge right through. Hated the very thought that she had no choice in this matter. He was going to make her deal with this right here and now.
"What ? You think you are going to save me from myself?" she spat as she tried one last ditch attempt to just make him go away. "You're going to sit here and listen to my sob story and then tell me I can't blame my broken heart on every man in sight?"
She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest with anger blazing in her eyes. One small victory, he thought. At least there was something other than dull pain in those gorgeous brown eyes. He knew damn well that she was just biding her time, waiting for him to give up and walk away. He had more stubborn running through him than she knew. He decided to wait her out. Defiant stare met defiant stare. What was the worst she would do? Get up and leave? They both knew that wouldn't be the end.
"What do you want from me?" she asked in a small defeated voice.
"The truth." he stated simply.
"You want to hear that I was discarded like yesterday's trash the second my back was turned? You want to hear that my soul is so broken that I am destined to walk around alone for the rest of my life? You want to hear that I am so tired of living my life that I don't want to continue?"
She looked at him with such a pained expression that he seriously considered giving in. He didn't want to bring more hurt, he wanted to help. You've gotten this far and NOW you want to quit? his brain asked incredulously.
"I want to hear it all if it's the truth." he replied finally.
"You should have listened to Mike." she said cryptically.
"I'm sorry, I don't follow." the stranger replied.
"He didn't tell you about the 'other nights' as he so fondly calls them?" she asked sending a wry grin his way.
"Nothing in detail." the stranger said.
"Let's just say that if it's a tequila night, I am best left alone." she replied coldly.
He looked down and sure enough, the drink she had in her hand was tequila.