Fury filled him.
He took a deep breath.
He couldn’t offer commitment or emotional attachment.
Yet, he expected her to give him everything.
Well . . . he never said he wasn’t an asshole.
“Killing Cody won’t harm me in here.” He placed his hand over hers. “Because I’m dead inside.”
Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. “No, you’re not.”
“Sí, Preciosa. I am. There’s nothing in here that could be touched or affected by killing a man like that. Trust me.”
He had to get away from her. That would be the smart thing to do.
Yet, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t just dump her and leave.
Before tonight, he would have laughed at the idea of trying to take care of someone else.
“This is not for you to worry about,” he told her arrogantly. “But I do want you to tell me what happened tonight
