Free Tiger's Voyage by Colleen Houck Page A

know anything about women? Never call one woman beautiful in front of another.”
    “I didn’t. You were eavesdropping.”
    “The point is still valid.”
    “Fine! Then I’ll tell you what I think, and may I go without another meal if I’m lying!
You
are beautiful.”
    “That train has already zoomed on by, buster, and you didn’t have a ticket.”
    He combed his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Is there anything I can say to fix this?”
    “Probably not.” I put my hands on my hips. “I just can’t understand why you would
do
this. If you really loved me, then why would you choose this? The most logical conclusion is that you didn’t really love me. I knew you were too good to be true.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You said it yourself to Kishan. You couldn’t imagine loving someone like me. See? Even you knew we didn’t fit together. You’re Mr. Perfection and I’m Miss Average. Anyone can see that, and those
were
your true feelings right after we rescued you.”
    He laughed bitterly. “Believe me, I am far from perfect, Kelsey, and you are no more
average
than Durga is. I barely knew you when I said those things, and you’re misinterpreting my words anyway!”
    “How so?”
    “I … what I meant was … what I said was … look! You’re not the same person I thought you were then.”
    “I’m exactly the same person!”
    “No. I was avoiding you. I wasn’t getting to know you. I was—”
    I ripped out another page.
    “
Kelsey!
” Ren ran over and yanked the journal from my hands, groaning with the effort of being so close to me. “Cut it out! Don’t even
think
about burning another page!”
    I grabbed the journal and tugged. “They’re mine to do with as I please.”
    He yanked back. “You need to stop judging me based on things I said right after I got back! I was still traumatized, and I wasn’t thinking coherently. I’ve had time to get to know you, and … I like you!” he yelled. “I like you enough that I think I even understand why I loved you, despite how frustrating you are!”
    I pulled on my book. “You like me …
enough
? Enough! Well,
enough’s
not good enough for me.”
    He wrenched the journal again. “Kelsey, what else do you
want
from me?”
    I tugged again. “I
want
my old Ren back!”
    He stiffened and growled, “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. The old Ren may be gone forever. And … this new Ren doesn’t want to lose you.” He glowered at me sullenly, moved his hand up to my wrist, and tugged me closer this time instead of the book. Then he said, “Besides,
you
said we could start over.”
    “I don’t think that’s really possible.” I gave a final tug as he let go and moved away a few steps.
    Ren dropped his hands to his sides and clenched his fists. In a dangerously low voice he said, “Then
make
it possible.”
    “You expect too much.”
    “No.
You
expect too much.” He took a step closer. “You’re
not
being reasonable. You need to give me
time
, Kelsey.”
    I looked up, and we locked eyes. “I would have given you all the time in the world until Phet said you did this to yourself.”
    “‘How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?’”
    “Shakespeare isn’t going to save you this time, Superman. Your time’s run out.”
    He scowled. “Perhaps I should have been studying
The Taming of
the Shrew
!”
    “Okay, then here’s your first lesson: ‘My tongue will tell the anger of my heart. The door is open, sir; there lies your way.’”
    “I don’t need a lesson. I already know how it ends. The guy wins. ‘Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?’” He crooked his finger and beckoned me closer. “In fact, come on over here and kiss me, Kate.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “You botched the line, and you’ll find I’m not as easily won over as Katherine.”
    Ren’s face tightened, and he threw up his hands in disgust. “Fine. You win. If you insist on giving back all my