Free A Perfect Passion by Piper Kay

neck and push him in the chest. “You’re trespassing, not to mention stalking.” I push him backwards again and it knocks him to the ground. “Get the hell out of here now.”
    I turn away from him and stomp back towards where I was working. I begin to dial the numbers to home, just to let Dax know in case this dickfuck decides to show up there. I cannot believe he is trying to pull this. I push the first three digits when I’m slammed from behind. Aaron’s push knocks my cell phone from my hand, sending it flying into the mud. I turn, swinging my fist into him. I nail him so hard, he almost falls down upon impact.
    “Leave me the fuck alone Aaron. I mean it already. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will.”
    Aaron jumps up and knocks me square in the jaw. He stuns me. I almost lose my balance, but not so much that I don’t knock him down in a rebound punch. I turn to walk away again. I just want him to leave. I really don’t want to resort to this, but I will. He’s not giving me a choice in the matter.
    A dull thud to the side of my head causes my ears to ring, and everything starts to blur. I realize that he just punched me, and I’m falling into the mud. My ears start ringing, little silver spots start zinging through my eyes and a hard, sharp pain blasts through me.
    “Fuck you too Damien.” I hear Aaron’s voice through the searing pain in my head.
    Everything goes dark.

Chapter Twelve
     
    Dinner’s almost done and ready for when Damien gets back. Tonight, it’s Italian night. On the menu we have a fresh tossed salad, with Balsamic Vinegar to start with. We’ll follow it with homemade beef and cheese manicotti. The manicotti is stuffed with ricotta and cottage cheese, onions, bell peppers, garlic, and ground beef. I smother it in a homemade sauce, topped with another layer of cheddar and Parmesan cheese, oregano and basil. Last but not least, garlic bread, it’s browning in the oven now. The house smells amazingly like an upper scale Italian restaurant.
    It’s incredible here, I love it.  If someone would have asked me a month ago, where I’d be now, this would not have been one of my answers. I’m glad things are working out the way they are.
    Never in a million years, could I have dreamed I would be attracted to someone so quick, especially not to a man. I’ve always had an open mind about most things and situations. My relationship with Damien is a marvelous one, we get along terrific, and I find him surprisingly sexy. Who knew!
    The dinner table is set, but he’s still not home. Damien’s been gone for several hours, I’m starting to get concerned. I pick up the phone to call him; it rings four times, and then goes to his voicemail. Damien usually always answers his phone, no matter who is calling. He’s responsible for too many workers not too.
    Anot her forty-five minutes has past and he’s still not home. In conversations with him, I know exactly where the site is located. I’m going to the job, because something isn’t sitting right. He would have answered, or called me if he was going to be this late. We’d never actually discussed what we would do if a situation like this ever came up, but I know he’d let me know something.
    On the way to the job, I try to call him two more times, still nothing. Now I’m getting very worried. Once we get back to the house, we’ll have to exchange important numbers, just so we have them. I drive past the makeshift ramp. Shit!
    My truck jumps the curb, to get to the ramp. A wave of relief sweeps over me when I spot his truck. I pull up behind him and kill the motor. With my finger, I brush through my hair, and spray a squirt of cologne on me before getting out.
    It’s a real good thing I wore boots, everything is muddy. As I pass Damien’s truck, I notice how dim his headlights are. He’s damn near killed his battery. If his battery dies before he can get back with the keys, I’ll give him a jump with my cables. Not smart on his behalf,