I need to find out what Tyrell’s address is in Dallas. I’m not exactly sure how I’ll do that yet—although Nix’s friend Charli knows Nylah, and Nylah can probably find it out for me and pass it on. I’ll get the address somehow, and I’ll send this concert ticket to him.
Then we’ll have no more ties binding us.
I’ll be free.
And alone.
But at least on my own I can’t get hurt. And I can’t hurt anyone either.
Single people don’t have anyone to fight with.
They also don’t have anyone to make up with, but that’s not the point.
Single people don’t have relationship angst. They’re free to do what they want, when they want.
I need to figure that out—what I really, truly want to do with my life—and I can’t do that when I’m attached to someone.
Trying to move on by dating a bunch of people and falling for Tyrell was a stupid idea.
All it did was make me soft and weak and vulnerable.
I never should have moved to Nolan just to find a guy. That was insane.
I need to findmyselffirst.
With a huff, I shove the tickets back into my pocket and spin around when I sense the main door opening.
Eyeing it with curiosity, I wonder who I’m about to serve when my insides turn to liquid. A cold panic drenches me, my heart leaping into my throat as Tyrell Jackson walks into Offside.
CHAPTER 47
TYRELL
Dani’s behind the bar, staring at me like a deer in headlights.
Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.
But I just needed to see her one last time.
I want a proper goodbye, and I hope she’ll let me do that.
Although, the second my eyes landed on her, all I could feel was this overwhelming urge to pull her into my arms and beg her to reconsider.
I miss her.
It’s only been five days, but I ache and pine.
When Shakespeare wrote that line,I burn, I pine, I perish…Yeah, I get it now. That’s exactly how it feels.
Clearing my throat, I shove my hands into my jean pockets, staring at her for a beat longer before pulling my hands free and walking toward the bar.
She’s still staring at me, her look morphing to wary caution.
I raise my hands, letting her know I’m not here to cause trouble.
“I just want to say goodbye.” My voice comes out all rough and uneven when I stop by the bar. “I hope that’s okay.”
Her swallow is thick, her head moving up and down—the smallest nod known to man.
