wasn’t that insensitive. So he’d tried to spare her feelings and explained instead that he was moving, starting a new life, and he was doing that alone. Any woman with an ounce of pride would have assured him she was just teasing and let the subject pass. Not Laureen. Far from discouraged, she’d laughed…then assured him that he would eventually realize they were soul-mates. He just needed time.
She’d been so confident, she’d scared the hell out of him. Left with no choice but to be brutally honest, he’d made it clear that not only were they not soul-mates, he didn’t love her, she wasn’t a part of his future, and she never would be. Then he’d broken things off with her and hadn’t spoken to her since.
That was a month ago. Considering how determined she’d seemed, he hadn’t expected her to let him walk away without a fight. But that’s exactly what she’d done. There’d been no phone calls, no letters, no more rumors that they were engaged. She’d avoided him like the plague, thank God, and he’d left Dallas without contacting her again. It was over.
Then, she’d left a message on his cell phone yesterday morning. And last night. And both messages were virtually the same.
“Turk, sweetheart, how are you? I know you must be incredibly busy, setting up your practice and everything, darling, but I thought you’d call me by now. Do you miss me? I think of you constantly. I know you must do the same. Isn’t it awful? We have to find a way to be together, darling. Have you found us a house yet? When you do, let me know. I can decorate it for us. We’re going to have a wonderful home, sweetheart. Think of that, think of me, in the dark of night, when you’re all alone and missing me. We’ll be together soon, darling. I promise. Then we’ll never have to be apart again. I love you. I don’t need to tell you that—you already know. Call me when you can.”
He should have called her and made it clear once and for all that she was wasting her time—he wanted nothing to do with her. But there was something in her voice that turned his blood to ice. Something that set alarm bells clanging in his head. Something that wasn’t quite right. And for the life of him, he couldn’t put his finger on what it was…confidence, determination, insanity. Whatever it was, he knew he wanted nothing to do with it…or her. Immediately calling his cell phone company, he changed his cell phone number.
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