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Hard and Fast

Hard and Fast (Fast Track #2)(67)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“Is that the best you can do?” he asked, yanking his shirt on over his head. “I have a better exit. ‘Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. ’ ”

Oh, no, he didn’t. He had just compared her to a squawking parrot who was trying to instruct those around her. Imogen picked up a pillow to throw it at him.

Ty grabbed his shoes and bag off the floor and said, “That’s Shakespeare, by the way!”

As if she didn’t know. Imogen launched the pillow, hitting him in the back of the head. Now, that was sickly satisfying.

He paused at impact, but didn’t turn around.

Then he was out of her bedroom, out the front door. The angry slam made her jump in bed, her heart racing.

What the hell had just happened?

WHAT the f**k had just happened?

Ty threw his car into reverse and gunned it down the street way faster than was appropriate for two in the morning in the suburbs, but he didn’t give a shit. He was furious and, well, hurt, damn it.

He had trusted Imogen with his problem, and somehow he felt like she had just totally insulted him. Looking at him with pity while suggesting he take a class. Take a class. Like that was the frickin’ answer to everything. It was her answer.

Okay, so he had been a little insensitive with his assessment of her career choice. But he thought it was true—she studied other people because she had spent her life being an observer, not a doer. He thought in that way, they were good for each other. He brought her new experiences, coaxed her to step outside of her boundaries. In return, she gave him logic and organization and a loyalty and love he had never before experienced.

But somehow they had wound up screaming at each other and she’d nailed him in the back of the head with a pillow. He hadn’t seen that one coming, literally.

Picking up his phone—coded with pictures, thank you very goddamn much—he found Ryder and clicked Send.

“Oh, my God, do you have any idea what time it is?” Ryder said in a groggy voice after Ty dialed him three times in a row when Ryder didn’t pick up. “I’m going to kill you.”

“I think Imogen and I just broke up.” Ty got on the highway and shifted gears, loving the speed of his car. It wasn’t the track and he couldn’t break the law, but it still felt good.

“What? You just got engaged twelve hours ago!”

“Tell me about it. Can I stop by for a beer? I need to vent.”

“Sure.” There was some rustling. “I’m not alone, but that’s okay. I can leave her sleeping and we can hang out by my flat screen in the living room.”

Ryder was with a woman? He had just returned from Texas, too. The idea of whining about his chick trouble while Ryder had a warm body in his bed a dozen feet away held no appeal. “Never mind. I don’t want to interrupt.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“No, I’ll just catch you tomorrow. Thanks, man.” Ty hung up the phone and stared at the yellow lines in front of him. For half a second he thought about calling his mother, but he knew what she would say—that he had been a total dickhead to Imogen. Besides, he’d already gotten an earful from her on the phone earlier when she had called to cuss him out for not telling her he was going to pop the question to his girlfriend.

Lord only knew what she’d say when he told her he didn’t think there was going to be a wedding after all.

That thought kicked him in the nuts, the gut, and the lungs all at once.

Holy shit.

He had lost Imogen.

He’d found the love of his life, and just like that, she was gone.

TY was gone, and Imogen cried herself to sleep.

The next morning, she woke up puffy-eyed and sick to her stomach, running through their argument over and over again in her head. What had she done wrong? How should she have handled it differently? Those questions rolled around and around until she had lost all ability to focus on anything other than her agonizing heartbreak.

When she ran a red light on the way to school, after noticing she was wearing two different shoes, she gave it up and turned around and drove home, her hands shaking from anxiety.

Dialing Suzanne, she tried to get a grip on her emotions. How did she feel? Was she upset because she had lost Ty or upset because perhaps she’d never had him in the first place? Maybe their vision of a future had been a fantasy right from the onset of their ill-fated relationship.

“Hello, Whores R Us,” Suzanne said as a greeting.

“I hope you knew it was me,” Imogen said, despite the fact that she was devastated and emotionally drained. She just couldn’t fathom answering her phone that way.

“Of course I did. Welcome to the twenty-first century. You have your own ringtone and your picture pops up. Like I’d say Whores R Us to just anyone other than my special friends.”

Imogen winced as she made a right turn. “Right.” And her overreaction just proved Ty’s theory—she was uptight. She knew that, she’d always known. It was the one flaw that she feared, the one thing she had known all along would drive him away.

“What’s up? Are you spending the morning in engaged bliss? I kind of thought you would need to sleep in. I figured you had a late night celebrating, wink wink.”

Bursting into tears, Imogen pulled into the parking lot of the doughnut shop. “We broke up!” she wailed with a drama she hadn’t shown since middle school and a poor choice involving her hair and blond highlights.

“What? You’re joking!”

“No. I’m not. We . . . we said terrible things to each other, he got out of bed and left, and I hit him in the back of the head with a pillow.” For some reason, the pillow seemed pivotal. It was so unlike her to resort to that kind of childish action, and she couldn’t really explain it.

“You hit him with a pillow? Wow, you must have been pissed. What did he do?”

“He kept something secret from me. Something important.” Imogen wasn’t about to reveal what that secret was—Ty had trusted her to keep his confidence.

“Oh. That sucks. Is it a major thing?”

“Yeah, pretty major. It affects who he is. But it’s not really that he kept it a secret, it was more the realization that we don’t know anything about each other. How can we get married?”

“Honey, nobody ever knows someone completely. You have to just enjoy what you do know and have faith in the rest.”

“Do you really think so?” Imogen stared at the doughnut shop, wishing a jelly-filled would walk itself out to her car and land in her mouth as she swiped at her eyes. Maybe she had just panicked. Maybe she had totally overreacted. “But he called me uptight and said I am an observer in life, not a participant.”

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