My hand wraps around her wrist, halting her movements as I take the napkins from her and hold them out for the now very green Michael to take. “He can manage, angel.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, wide and full of anger, wiping the amusement off my face.
Oh shit.She’s pissed.
Without another word, Daisy snatches her jacket from the back of the chair next to her and pushes past me, her shoulder knocking against mine as she storms for the front doors.
I’m not letting her run away from me this time. Granted, that was probably a dick move, but there was no way in hell I was going to sit back and watchMichaelof all people, hit on my wife right in front of me.
Daisy may have mentioned filing for a divorce, but until she does, that is exactly what she is:my wife.
And if I have it my way, she’ll remain that way for the rest of our lives.
Pushing through the front doors of The Dusty Boot, I’m immediately hit in the face with torrential rain. It lashes against my skin, falling like a sheet and making it hard for me to make out Daisy’s form as she marches across the gravel lot.
I jog after her. “Daisy!”
Her steps quicken, her head dipped low against the rainfall.
“Daisy!” I try again, getting closer, but still, she ignores me.
“Would you fucking stop?!” I shout over the white noise surrounding us and she freezes, her shoulders rising and falling at a rapid pace.
“I’m sorry,” I say, my chest heaving from the short run across the parking lot, reminding me I should quit smoking.
Daisy whirls on me, her curly hair hanging limp around her face from the rain. “What the hell were you thinking, Killian? You don’t get to kiss me like that and then humiliate me in front of everyone.”
“I didn’t mean to humiliate you, Daisy.”
“Well, you did!” she yells, her arms spread wide. “Why would you kiss me, Killian? You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks. You’ve walked out on me twice. And then you see another man talking to me and you what? Think you can come along and stake your claim?”
I take a slow step toward her. “He was hitting on you.”
“So fucking what?”
I narrow my eyes. “So what? You are my wife, Daisy! That’s fucking what! You think I’m just going to sit there and watch someone try and take what’s mine? Not a fucking chance, angel.”
Her teeth chatter as a shiver runs through her and she pulls her denim jacket tighter around her light pink sun dress. Our clothes are soaked through now and droplets of rain roll down my face, but I don’t move.
Daisy looks around helplessly. “I haven’t been your wife for a long time, Killian. We just haven’t made it official yet.”
“And we fucking won’t be!” I snap back, closing the space between us. “You wanna send me divorce papers? Go for it. But I’ll send them right back every single time.”
She shakes her head, blowing out an exasperated breath as she tugs on the roots of her hair. “I don’t know what you want from me. I’m trying to let you go, Kill. I’m trying to do the right thing here.” She gestures between us. “This is me letting you go. You need to do the same.”
Panic squeezes my lungs as she turns on her heel again and begins walking toward town. She’s dismissing me. Giving me permission to move on. I don’t fucking want it.
What I want is her, goddammit.
“Do you love me?” I call out desperately.
Daisy’s steps falter. Her head falls. And her shoulders shake.
I step behind her, my front to her back. “Do you love me? Yes or no.”
Our heavy breathing can barely be heard over the sound of rain bouncing off the vehicles surrounding us. The noise from the bar is nothing but a hum in the distance. I soak in the warmth from her body as I lean inand do the very thing my body has craved from the moment she walked into the bar.
I move her wet hair off her shoulder, tucking it behind her ear, bringing my mouth close to it. “Yes or no, angel?”
