Blindsided (Harris Brothers World, #2)

by Amy Daws

“Freya, I love you.” Her body freezes as her jaw drops. She turns to look up at me with wide, confused eyes. “You what?” I lick my lips, the words feeling foreign on my tongue because I’ve never said them to a lass in all my life, but there they are. “I love you.” Her face wrinkles up like she’s confused, and she begins shaking her head side to side. “No, Mac. You don’t.” She moves to open the door, and I push it closed again. “Yes, Cookie. I do.” She laughs and grabs the handle again. “You don’t.” “I do!” “You don’t!” “Stop telling me I don’t love you, woman!” I bellow, my muscles tight with anger. “What’s wrong with you?” She blanches, her face the picture of disillusionment at the scene taking place in front of her. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me is that I’m just finally feeling human again after you chewed me up and spit me out in a Glasgow hotel parking lot. You acted like I was only good enough for you if I went home and slept with you that night. And the moment I turned you down, you treated me like I was a waste of your time and confirmed the fact that everything you ever told me was a lie.” “It wasn’t a lie,” I state, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “Christ Freya, I didn’t mean to make you feel like I only wanted to sleep with you. I just wanted to be near you and have you near me again. Nothing I told you when we were together was ever a lie.” She purses her lips and nods, her eyes red around the edges. “So you just lie when you’re in a figh...