The word was guttural when he said, “Baby?—”
“I thought I wasn’t that woman, and you were the one who showed me that.”
“Listen—
“But you don’t believe in me.”
He sure as fuck hadn’t.
He reached for her.
She scuttled back, running into Sorcha, who definitely felt the atmosphere, because she started whining.
“Please, get out of my way, Dair,” Blake requested huskily.
“Love, get your phone, cancel the ride and please, fucking please come into the sitting room with me.”
“I’m not her, but I am. I can’t escape it.”
“What are you saying to me now, darling?”
“Mum. I’m not her, but I am. I always will be. And I see that’s a problem.”
Christ, he’d fucked this.
Huge.
“Fucking please come into the sitting room.”
Another shake of her head, this one not violent, but instead, sad, and it wrecked him. “Like I said, I can’t escape it, and you can’t either. What happened between her and your dad. Who she made me.”
“She didnae make ye anything.”
“She made me who I am.”
“Blake—”
“God!” she cried, lifting both hands in fists crossed at the wrists to her chest, the tears falling freely from her eyes now. “Please! Get out of my way!”
“Where ye thinking of going?”
“Not here.”
“I can’t let you leave like this. I can’t let you leave at all.”
She’d been hanging on by a thread, he knew.
But this was when she lost it.
“Dair, it’s done!” she shouted, leaning toward him. “It’s over. We can’t be. Don’t you see?”
Oh, aye.
He totally fucked this.
“No, I do not see,” he gritted.
“I’m not going to be that woman for you. I’ll never be your Marlo.”
