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Chapter 13: What I wouldn�t do
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I�m walkin� back to Georgia 
She�s the only one who knows
How it feels when you lose a dream
How it feels when you dream alone
She�s the girl who said she loved me
On that hot dusty Macon road
And if she�s still around
I�m gonna settle down
With that hard lovin Georgia girl
Mmmh mmh mmh
Georgia can you hear me callin�
I�ll be home in just awhile
And if I have to I�d be crawlin
Just to share in another mornin� smile
You�re the girl who said you loved me 
On that hot dusty long ago
And if you�re still around
I�m gonna settle down
With you my hard lovin� Georgia girl
Mmmh mmh mmh
~ Jim Croce, "Walkin� back to Georgia"
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Max stared at Logan across the table, barely tasting the meal and the wind was sour in her mouth. He was playing with his food pushing it around with his fork. The smile of earlier had wilted, leaving Max with a vague sense of guilt. "Do you like it?" Logan asked quietly, in between bites.

"You�re best meal yet," she answered without looking up.

They went quiet again. She didn�t feel like talking or eating and he didn�t seemed inclined to pull her out of her revere. They had kissed, when he clock had struck seven. They had joined in a slow passionate kiss that had left Max breathless and then she had pulled away. That�s when Logan�s smile had lost its sparkle.

Max was looking anywhere but at Logan when she saw a jacket hanging from the back of his computer chair and it made her pause. Her whole body just stopped moving for a long time as she looked at it, like it was going to jump out and attack her. It was Asha�s. "Logan�" she began quietly not too sure what she wanted to say.

"Hmm?" She seemed to pull him out of his own revere.

"Mind if I ask you a somethin�?" She ran a hand through her hair and bit her lip.

"What did you want to know?" He looked at her then. Taking in the nervous shake of her leg he leaned over the edge of the table.

Her mind went blank; "do you think you�ll ever run out of pre-pulse champagne? I mean, everytime I turn around you break out a bottle of pre-pule somethin� or other."

Logan raised his eyebrows in question, his expression suddenly becoming concerned. "I think my stash champagne should last me for a while."

"And what�s so special about pre-pule? Don�t they have post-pulse champagne that�s good?" She smiled nervously, "post-pulse. Dare you to say that three times fast."

"Max, are you ok?"

"What were you and Asha while I was gone?" It came out in a rush and she realized that she had never bothered to ask him before. She knew she should have, with all her worrying, all those nights she had paced back and forth imagining. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, hand paused with fork in hand halfway to his mouth, and eyes wide open. "When you thought I was dead�what were you?"

"We were�friends." He started slowly.

"With benefits?" It came out so simple, just another question with no meaning behind it.

"Not exactly." He was fidgeting now, Max thought to ask him if he was going into heat this time. The only problem is that it would start it�s own questions.

"But kind of?" One eyebrow rose to furrow her brow.

"I don�t know�exactly�what we were"

"You were something though?" She willed him to look her in the eye and answer truthfully. Willed him to tell her something that she already knew.

He had to swallow first. "Yes."

"Do you miss that with her?" Max was looking at her hands folded in her lap before she met his eyes again. "Being with her and touching her?"

"No�"

He opened his mouth and she cut him off, before he could finish, without thinking. "Because I�m noticing things, like the fact that she�s around all the time, and she comes with dinner when you just turned me down for hangin� out, and her clothes are left here, conveniently. Do you not miss her because it didn�t matter or because something�s still going on?"

"Max�" His voice trailed off as he looked into her wide brown eyes.

"I need to know if you would rather be with her."

"Max�I�" A knock rang out through the apartment, loud and insistent. "Hold that thought while I go get that." He threw down his napkin and got up to only have Alec come striding into the room, water dripping off his clothes and his eyes wild.
"Ale"Alec?" Max stood up, worried, looking for any sign that he was hurt.

"I have to talk to you, Max." He said breathlessly, standing in the kitchen doorway like he was about to bolt.

"We were in the middle of something," Logan said calmly sitting back down, silently thankful for the interruption.

"I don�t care, I have to talk to Max."

"You can�t just come into my home and tell me that you want to drag my guest away without a good reason." Logan�s mouth had drawn into a tight line as he had watched the X5 drip onto his floor.

"I gave you a good reason, I have to talk to her." Alec looked like he was about to snap Logan�s neck. The display of testosterone was starting to get to Max, so she decided to end it.

"Guys, calm down."

"Just stay out of it right now, Logan." He growled before cursing under his breath and turning back to Max. "Please I have to talk to you," if she didn�t know better she would say he was going to cry. Or already had, there was no telling with the water already running down his cheeks, as though he didn�t notice that he was soaking wet.

"All right," she looked at Logan for understanding, and at his reluctant nod she smiled sadly at him. "I�ll be back." And then she followed Alec out of the pent house into the hallways. Once she had shut the door behind her he rounded on her.

"Do you hate me?"

For a minute she couldn�t say anything so her mouth just flapped uselessly until she shook her head and looked at him her brow furrowed in confusion. "Why would I hate you?"

"Because I left." He watched her face crumple, concern replaced by hurt. "This morning I didn�t�"

"Alec, this is not the time�" She wanted to yell at him, let him know what it had felt to wake up in an empty bed. But he wouldn�t let her finish.

"It is, because if it isn�t I�ll never do this." He was pacing back and forth in front of her, the hallway seemingly to small to hold him. She let her back fall against the wall with a sigh as she watched him, her face becoming blank.

"Do what? Ruin my night with Logan? Play with me like I�m another of your honeys?" She let no emotion in as she said this, watching his face for any reaction; she got it. He looked like he might vomit, or kill himself. He looked like he was disgusted that she would think such a thing, disgusted with himself.

"No�" the word was broken just like his expression; it was the only word to describe the ache on his face. "No, I don�t�"

"Because if that�s what you want you�ve already ruined the night. Hey, you did that before you even showed up, so it was just a wasted trip." She let the back of her head fall to the wall with a soft thud.

"I didn�t mean to," his voice was small, so small that she almost didn�t hear it. He wasn�t looking at her, just staring at some distant point down the hallway. Then his shoulders straightened and he turned to look at her with eyes that seemed to send sparks. "I woke this morning�and I panicked. Do you really blame me?"

"Why?"

"I woke up next to you and I felt like I wasn�t alone, but I knew that when you woke up I�d be alone."

"Why?" She asked again folding her arms over her chest.

"Because you would look at me and you would hate me, for being with you. I didn�t know�if I could handle that. Not after a week of almost being your friend." He swallowed hard, whatever giving him his courage faltering for the fraction of a second, when he saw the look on her face. Confusion and fear mixed together. "So I ran, stupid of me, I know�and then I tried talking to you and you were back hanging on Logan."

"Why shouldn�t I be hanging on Logan? Huh? He can touch me now." The words were forced as she tapped a foot impatiently.

"I can, too." Then he looked at her, his eyelids like lifting veils to reveal the purest of blue, an angry sky rolling over head. She had a flash back to their night together as he slipped in through the window, smelling of man and beast, untamed and fierce, a predator stalking it�s prey. To when she had looked at him, saw he wanted to devour her, and let him.

He was against her in a heartbeat his lips pressed against hers in hunger, and she could do nothing butd hid him. The simple contact of lip to lip seemed to short-circuit her brain as she melted into him, then he pulled away. His forehead against hers let his lips rest against hers, "mine." The word was so low that even this close if she hadn�t been a transgenic she never would have caught it.

He ran one hand over her cheek gently and kissed her again, gently, his lips the barest of brushes before he moved his lips against her ear and whispered again, "yours."

She pushed him away before she realized what she was doing, "Don�t get all possessive on me because I had a one-night stand induced by heat." She started to walk back into Logan�s apartment but his hand on her arm made her pause.

"Don�t walk away from this!"

"Why shouldn�t I? You did."

"I don�t want to be alone." He waited for her to turn to him. "I wasn�t alone for the first time in my life. I don�t want to have to live like that."

"So get one of your many conquests to relieve the loneliness," she spit out.

"I could�" he bit his lip as he looked at her sadly, "but I�d still be alone."

She wrenched her arm out of his hands and glared at him. "So you need someone who you won�t be left wantin� more with?"

"They don�t understand. No one else can. Logan will never understand you like I do, no girl will ever be able to understand me like you do." She opened her mouth to retort but she couldn�t, not while he looked at her like that. Lost and scared, a man begging with his love not to leave him, or his lover. "I don�t want to be alonemoremore."

She closed her mouth with a snap and turned to Logan�s apartment and without a word disappeared. Alec let his eyes close as he felt his legs give out from underneath him. He scooted next to the wall and drew his knees up to his chest. He watched the door she had disappeared behind and fought back tears. He couldn�t wrap his mind around the fact that she had left. Truly left without a backward glance or a parting word.

He knew that he would have to get up eventually, go outside, walk through the rain again, and go to his empty apartment for the night. He didn�t want to, didn�t know if he could. Working legs seemed just a memory, another fantasy plaguing an otherwise healthy mind. He ran a hand through his hair grimacing as he pulled on it slightly.

He forced his legs to move, to take him where he needed to go, and it seemed like an eternity before they started to respond and then the door to Logan�s penthouse opened and Alec couldn�t think anymore.
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