Jess Dee - Rhythm of My Heart

The fight fizzled out of her. How could Eve possibly remain angry with him after that?

She wanted to walk over to him. Wanted to lean into him, have him wrap his arms around her and assure her everything would be okay.

But she couldn’t, and it wouldn’t.

Zachary might not have been repulsed by her, but he had pitied her. And every time he saw her face, he’d pity her all over again.

Eve didn’t want his sympathy. She didn’t want anyone’s sympathy. She just wanted to lead a regular life with a regular guy, and that, she’d learned once again, would never happen. Not for her.

Her sigh was long and jagged, kind of like the glass that had cut through the muscles in her chest. “I believe you,” she said simply.

The breath whooshed from his chest. “Oh, Jesus. Thank you.”

“But I’d still like you to leave now.”

He went white all over again. “What? Why?”

“Because I don’t want your pity.”

“Pity?”

“I couldn’t bear to see that look in your eyes every time I removed my makeup.”

He gritted his teeth. “That look in my eyes was not pity. It was shock. There’s a difference.”

“If you say so.”

“Fuck, Eve. I don’t pity you. I admire you. Admire your strength and your backbone. Admire your ability to pick up the pieces of your life and move on. Admire that you took the worst thing that could happen to a person and made the most of it. You turned the instinct to hide your scars into a profession. A successful profession. You made a name for yourself. Pity is the last thing on my mind.”

“I don’t want to be admired either. I just want a normal, day-to-day relationship with a man.”

“And you think I don’t want that? You think I haven’t been waiting for it all my life? Waiting for you all my life? You think it’s easy to fall in love when you’re a fucking rock star? Think there’s anything normal about that? Yeah…uh. No! Being with you was the most normal I’ve been in the last three years.” He held up his hand. “No, scratch that. There is nothing normal about the way I feel about you. Nothing normal about the intensity of my emotions. I fucking love you. I’m crazy mad about you. I…I feel things I’ve never felt before” He pounded his chest. “Feel them deep inside, like your emotions are mine. I hurt when you hurt, laugh when you laugh. It’s like we’re connected somehow. Like we… Like you’re my fate. You are, Eve. You’re my fate. You’re mine. You’re a part of me.”

She wanted to let him back in. God knew she wanted to be his fate. He even made it sound like they had a chance. Made it sound romantic—and possible. But a part of her, one she couldn’t ignore, still believed he’d never really be able to see past her scars. No matter what he’d said, it wasn’t feasible that anyone could get past that scarring. Hadn’t experience taught her that, time and again?

“Go, Zachary. Please. We’re over. There’s nothing left between us. Just…leave.”

Zachary growled fiercely and looked at her in pure frustration. Then he growled again, and before she could move, he grabbed both her hands in his and held tight.

What the…? That was deliberate. No question about it. Zachary knew exactly what he was doing.

Her palms tingled. Electricity raced up both of her arms. Spots danced in front of her eyes before the world around her turned grey and then black.

Pain shot through her eye and breathing became difficult, as though her nose were blocked. And damn it, her shin ached, from were Hannah had kicked her earlier. She was going to have a massive bruise there tomorrow.

What the…?

Hannah hadn’t kicked her in the shin.

Yeah, she had. After Bree punched her in the stomach.

Uh…

Oh, God. Not her. Him. Bree had hit Zachary. Several times.

Eve blinked, looked around, but everything was out of focus. Where before she’d been looking at Zachary and the kitchen door, now she stared at herself, in front of the fridge.

Eve groaned. She blinked again, but hard as she tried, her vision was still blurry. Maybe that was because she’d forced her stinging eye open? Soon as she closed it, her sight cleared, although now she could only see one side of the room.

No, it wasn’t her eye she looked out of. It was his.

Jesus, who cared about her—his—vision, or the pain in her—his—nose and leg. All he cared about was making this woman see how goddamned much he loved her. How important she was. How much he needed her in his life. Now and always.

What could he say? How could he make her understand?

Frustration and desperation boiled in his stomach.

Love her so damn much. Can’t walk away. Won’t.

She stared back at him, her eyes cloudy, her scars vivid on her unpainted cheek.

He didn’t care about the scars. Didn’t care they were there. Only that someone had hurt her this bad. It made him want to attack someone. Made him want to tear apart whoever had done this to her, limb by fucking limb.

“I love you, Eve.”

So damn much his ribs ached from it.

“Love you so much. I don’t see your scars. I don’t pity you. I only want to love you. Please, God, just give me the chance. Give me the opportunity to show you how happy we can be together.”

Eve didn’t respond. She seemed incapable of doing so. Her gaze was blank.

His heart pounded, his chest so full of love for her, he feared he might burst. “Jesus, Tiny. I know I’m holding your hands, know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t let go. Won’t let you go. Please, please, just feel it. Feel my love. Please.”

And that was the last thing he said before the blackness hit and Eve lost consciousness.

Eve came to on Bree’s couch. The ten or so scatter cushions pillowing her head gave her location away. She didn’t even try to open her eyes, knowing the room would spin out of control if she did.

She just lay there concentrating on breathing.

Inhale, exhale.

Inhale, exhale.

Her forehead pounded with the start of what promised to be a whopper of a headache.

“This is beginning to become a habit of yours, isn’t it?” she asked Zachary, knowing he was close by. She smelled his aftershave and heard his breathing.

How ridiculous was it that after only a few days she could identify him by the sound of his breathing?

“What is?” The voice came from close by. Very close. On the floor beside her?

“Holding my hand.”

“Desperation will drive a man do to do crazy things.”

“Holding my hand shouldn’t be so crazy.”

“Neither should loving someone, but you have me all twisted up in knots. I love you, but you’re making me crazy.”

Slowly, very slowly, she turned her head in the direction of his voice and opened her eyes. He was sitting on the floor with his knees bent and his arms on his knees. He stared at her through his one good eye, a brooding look on his face.

“You really do love me.” She knew it now. Knew it for absolute certain. Had felt his love welling in his chest.

“I do.” Zachary nodded. Such a simple action and yet such a firm affirmation. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

“I’m a scarred makeup artist with a bizarre gift. Why would you love me? Of all people?”

“Because you’re my fate. My other half. And no matter how scarred you are or how…insane a talent you have, we were born to be together. You make me whole. Well, when you’re not tearing my heart out, anyway. You make me feel things I’ve never felt for another living soul. How could I not love you?”

“I love you too, you know.”

Zachary’s eye closed and his shoulders seemed to sag with relief. “Thank fucking God.”

“I think I fell in love with you when you gave me those roses.”

Without opening his good eye, he grinned. “So they worked? Even if they were secondhand and half dead?”

Eve laughed tentatively. “Not those ones,” she corrected. “The fresh ones, that were meant for me.”

Zachary shifted forward on his butt, took her arm in his hand and tugged, hard.

Eve tumbled off the couch and straight into his lap.

When the room stopped spinning, she took a deep breath. “Way to ease the dizziness, Pace.”

“Couldn’t help it. I needed you in my arms, and you weren’t headed there by yourself anytime soon.” He cradled her, holding her close to his chest. He dropped his head so his forehead touched hers. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“That you love me.” His voice was a deep rumble in his chest.

“I love you, Zachary. I’m ridiculously in love with you.”

“Tell me you know I don’t find you…grotesque.”

She swallowed.

“Say it, Eve.”

“It’s tough. I…I know you love me. It’s just impossible to believe anyone could see past these scars.”

“I don’t care about them. Not that they mark your face, anyway. I only care that you were hurt by them.”

Her heart swelled. “I-I do believe you.” There was no way he’d be here now, holding her this tight, claiming to love her if the scars repulsed him. He’d never have come to find her in the first place.

He pulled his head away to look down at her. “I love you, Eve. Never want to let you go again.”

“Okay then.” That was perfectly fine with her. “Never let me go again.”

He closed his eye, a relieved smile tugging at his lips.

She traced her finger gently over his swollen eye, took in the smudge of blood by his nose. “Your face is a mess.”

Zachary snorted. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

Eve laughed out loud. “A classic case of the pot calling the kettle black?”

Zachary grinned. “Hello pot.”

“Hello kettle.”

They shared a long smile, then Eve stilled. “D-did we just joke about my scars?” She’d never done that. Never found reason to laugh about them before.

“We did.” Zachary kissed her forehead. “Your scars aren’t funny. But being with you makes me want to laugh. And what better way to start than by poking fun at the things that hurt us the most?”

“And what hurts you the most right now?”

“Truthfully?”

“Always.”

“My shin.”

“Oh, God,” Eve gasped. “Hannah kicked you.”

“How did you know?”

Eve waved her hand in the air. “I’m magic. Remember?”

“As if I could ever forget. And yes, your niece kicked me. In the shin, with her brand-new tap shoes on.”

Eve snorted in disbelief. “Why?”

“I’m guessing because she saw her mother laying into me and tried to emulate her.”

“Er, I probably should have warned you that Bree’s been a little protective since Bali.”

“I’m a quick learner. Just remind me never to hurt you again.”

Eve looked at him, suddenly dead serious. “Don’t hurt me again, Zachary.”

“Never again, Eve. You’re my life. My fate. My future.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” he whispered back. “My grandmother was right, you know.”

“How so?”

“She told me I’d feel our love in the rhythm of my heart.” He guided her arm so that her hand found his chest. “When I’m with you, Tiny, my heart seems to beat only for you.”

And as Eve pressed her hand against Zachary’s chest to feel the rhythm of his love, Zachary sealed his lips to hers and neither of them said another word for a very, very long time. 

Apart from her family and friends, Jess Dee loves two things: romance and food. Is it any wonder she specializes in dee-liciously sexy romance? Jess loves hearing from readers. You can email her at jess@jessdee.com or find her at www.jessdee.com.

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