What the fuck is she doing here?I wondered.
For days since that night at The Rustic, I debated whether or not to go look her up. To find out where she was and why she was back in town. But I decided against it. She was the one who had walked away, and the way she barely acknowledged me, hid in the restroom, and then high-tailed her ass out of the bar that night, I figured she wasn’t back in town to see me.
Now she stood on my doorstep.
There was only one way to find out what she wanted.
I yanked my front door open. “What the hell are you doing at my house?” I demanded through clenched teeth.
Savannah startled and stumbled backward a couple of steps. She tripped off the stair but righted herself before she fell.
I firmed my hold on my doorknob as I glared down at her. I didn’t want to, but my eyes traveled over her face, taking her in. She had the same soft-looking dark brown skin as the first day we met, a perfect oval face, button nose, and lips that were so full I couldn’t take my eyes off them.
At five-foot-six, she stood about average height.
Her weight was something she’d been conscious of while we were in high school. But I appreciated every inch of her back then and made it a point to tell her so. She’d gained some weight over the years but, I hated to admit it, she looked good.
Too fucking good, standing there dressed in a cream sleeveless top and blue jeans.
She cleared her throat, pushed back her shoulders, and stood taller. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, Ace.”
I narrowed my gaze as I stepped forward. I wanted more than anI’m sorry for disturbing you. But I wouldn’t beg her for a damned thing.
“What do you want?” I folded my arms across my still bare chest.
She briefly closed her eyes then opened them. “I-I don’t have a lot of time, but there is something that I need to ask you.”
“Spit it out.”
She cleared her throat again then looked over her shoulder.
I glanced up to see a car parked in front of my house. From my vantage point, I could see her little boy sitting in the backseat. My stomach hurt at the sight of him.
“I wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t important.”
I grunted. “What the fuck do you want, Savannah?”
She pushed out a breath. “A divorce. I need you to sign these divorce papers.” She held out papers in my direction, but I didn’t bother looking at them.
All I saw was red.
I moved closer, causing her to take a step backward. “You show up at my doorstep after sixteen years without even a fucking hello and demand I sign divorce papers?” The growl in my voice was something even I hadn’t heard before.
Savannah bit her bottom lip but didn’t look away. “I told you. If this weren’t important, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t be here. Because you fucking ran away.”
A current of satisfaction ran through me when she flinched at my statement.
“You ran away, and like a coward, you left your key on the bed for me to find.”
I watched as she visibly swallowed. She turned her head away, not looking at me. She blinked a few times, and if I were dumb enough to have fallen for the act, I would’ve believed she was trying to push away tears.
But I wasn’t a fool for her. Not anymore.
“We can talk about what happened back then if you want.”
“I don’t want shit from you.”
