I’ve had similar thoughts but it’s too late.
Isn’t it? He’s probably drawing up divorce papers as we speak. And I can’t blame him.
“Whether I screwed up or not, all I can do going forward is focus on my pregnancy and my mom.”
“And Tate?” She cocks her head slightly.
“He probably hates me after the way I behaved.”
“Oh, I don’t think he hates you.” A faint smile plays on her lips. “I think he loves you.”
I wish.
At this point, I have to figure out how to move forward without him.
“I have to get going, Dolly. I have the ultrasound appointment.”
“Uh huh.” There’s a funny look on her face, and I squint.
“What are you looking at?”
“A golden retriever wearing a leather jacket.” She smiles and gets into her car without another word.
“What?” I whirl and—oh, my God.
He’s here.
Tate is walking across the parking lot, looking deliciously rockstar-ish in ripped jeans, biker boots, and a leather jacket.
Despite how I treated him, he’s here.
Again.
No matter how many times I try to run away, he keeps running toward me.
Other than my mom, there’s never been anyone else in my life who fought for me.
And for the first time, I realize just how much he’s sacrificed to be here for me. He’s supposed to be in Vienna right now, but he’s here in New York.
For me.
That has to mean something.
Hell, I’m pretty sure it means everything.
He means everything.
And if I’m getting a second chance, I have to show him how sorry I am—for everything.
Chapter 39
Tate
Dolly beeps the horn as she drives past me, giving me a thumb’s up that makes me smile.
Could she be any more obvious?
But I can’t think about her right now.
