Do I fucking care?
Of course you care, asshole.
“Dude, what the hell happened between you two?”
I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “I don’t wanna talk about it, Noah.”
“No, seriously. What happened? ‘Cause one minute you guys were happy and getting married and shit, and then she was gone, and you completely closed off. What did she do to you, man?”
I don’t know why but his words piss me off.
I don’t need him to fucking remind me of how it went down.
Ifucking lived it.
I’m on my feet and glaring at him as I shout, “She left! That’s it! She left and didn’t say a fucking thing. No explanation. No warning. Nothing. She was just gone, Noah.”
And then, I turn and storm out the door.
I don’t need to ask where she is. I already know. And I only have one destination in mind as I climb into my truck and pull out of Savannahs driveway.
I make the ten-minute drive toThe Dusty Bootin five.
I’ve barely got the truck in park before I’m out the door and stalking towards the entrance without thought for anything other than laying eyes on her.
I need to see her for myself.
I needherto seeme.
There is nothing subtle about the way I push through the heavy wooden doors of the bar. It’s a particularly quiet night, which only makes my entrance that much more obvious. Every eye in the room swings in my direction, but I’m only focused on one person. The person who has haunted my every waking moment since the last time I laid eyes on her.
Gloss covered lips part in a gasp as her chocolate-coloured eyes meet mine and I watch as her surprise quickly melts into confusion and then horror as she registers my approach.
That’s right, baby. I’m coming for you.
One thousand, two hundred and ninety-five days.
Three and a half years.
It’s been three and a half, long years since I’ve felt those eyes on me.
Once upon a time, I saw my future in those dark pools. Until she tore it all away from me.
At first, I yearned for her.
For us.
For everything we had planned out.
Now, they just make me mad.
I hear my sister mutter something under her breath but ignore her as I come to a stop beside them, my focus centred on the woman that used to be my entire world.
She looks different. Maturer. And somehow, more beautiful than the last time I saw her.
My heart cracks inside of my chest and I fight not to close my eyes as her voice reaches my ears for the first time, wrapping around me like a blanket of melancholy. “Killian. You’re here.”
It’s a statement, not a question.
