“Oh, you guys know each other?”
“No,” I say quickly.
“Yes,” Crane says at the same time.
Damn.
Crane and I lock eyes, and Samara nods, stepping back with her hands in the air.
“Gotcha.”
“He’s my brother's best friend.”
“Oh! Kai?”
I purse my lips together as she grins at me.
“Okay, well, it was good meeting you; I have to go. Crane, call me?” Samara leans up on her tiptoes, brushing her lips against Crane’s cheek as he nods stiffly.
Samara flashes me a smile and heads toward the exit.
“She seems nice,” I mutter, folding the page over.
“Yeah. So, you don’t know me now?” Crane rubs his neck, shaking his head. “Are you ever going to let me explain?”
Before I can stop him, he’s sitting across from me, his silver eyes holding me prisoner.
I want to stroke him, that’s how beautiful he is.
“Look, it doesn’t matter. We’ve all moved on?—”
“My mother nearly killed my father,” Crane interrupts, crossing his bulky arms over his chest. “We had to run.”
My heart slams in my chest, my vision blurring as he continues.
“I didn’t want to leave, Sierra.”
My heart shatters into pieces at the thought of Crane having to leave everything to save his mother.
His expression hardens, his jaw tightening.
“Say something.”
I’m trying, but nothing is happening.
Nothing is coming out.
“Jesus, Sierra.”
He’s annoyed, but I pull myself together, reaching for his hand that’s tucked into the crevice of his arm.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
Crane rolls his eyes.
It’s so fucking sexy.
“I know, but did you think I’d have left you for any other reason?”
