She seemed to have genuinely stumped him. His brows tightened in confusion.
Catherine shrugged. “Maybe I’m just worried about you. Did that occur to you?”
“Me?”
She took another look at him, seeing past the vampire. As hard as it was, she forced herself past how hot he was too. “Mmm,” she sounded. “Okay.”
He shook his head. “I’m not going to read your mind,” he said.
She’d have to explain herself. “You’re like me. I left my dad because I didn’t like the way he was treating me. But I don’t really have anything.” It was hard to say but it was true. “All I have is a job I hate and a cat. I’m barely getting by, but I’m doing it alone. And I never asked anyone to help me.”
“I’m not…” He stopped.
“You’re rich, and have your superpowers. That’s so amazing, but,” she felt herself winding down, “you didn’t have me,” she finished quietly. She looked away, out the window. “Forget it. I’m getting tired is all.”
She couldn’t look at him. It would have been too embarrassing. What had she been thinking? Sometimes, she really did amaze herself at how stupid she could be. And then she felt his hand reaching for hers. She didn’t look at him as he twisted his fingers through hers. Weird, that after other things, this could feel so intimate. Probably didn’t feel like much to him. He’d prefer a whole lot more.
Darcy Branwyn 
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