In fact, I’m looking forward to it.
However, she’s secured herself away from me, and the longer she’s been in there, the more fidgety I’ve become.
Lightly knocking on the door, I wait for her answer and order me to leave her alone, but nothing comes.
I do it again before waiting a few seconds and opening the door with the looming threat that she might have something hard to crack over my head.
I don’t see her anywhere, at first, causing a bolt of anxiety to course through my veins because my first thought is that she found a way out.
But then I see her lying on the hard, marble floor, curled up in a tiny ball, and that feeling immediately flees, replaced with guilt.
This is Prague, her dream honeymoon and vacation.
And I ruined it.
She’d rather stay on a bathroom floor before dealing with me or any more of my bullshit.
Gathering her up in my arms, her cold body hits every nerve-ending in mine, and I should’ve brought her out sooner.
I step back inside the space of the bedroom and gently lay her onto the bed, tucking her underneath the plush comforter and stare at her.
I stare at the woman I’ve obsessed over for two years. The one I would sneak away to see. The one that kept me together after my father passed away.
She may hate me now, but she’ll love me in the end. I’m the reason we’re here in the first place, the way we are.
Not that it’s her fault, it’s mine.
I should’ve given her my name. I should have done a million things to securemeinside her head.
But I can’t go back and change time.
But I can save hers.
And I will from the Hardings.
It’s only a matter of time before they don’t exist in her brain space or mine.
Chapter 13
Meirna
“We’ll start at the Prague Castle. I’ve arranged most of the day for you to explore and see everything there is to see inside. Then we’ll have dinner at the Terasa U Zlaté studne. It has the best view of Prague, however, it’ll be cold so?—”
“I know what the Terasa U Zlaté studne is,” I ground out, glowering at Bronte over my steaming coffee and the beautiful tray of fresh fruit, eggs, and sausage.
Someone has been doing their homework.
However, I’m far from impressed, and Bronte doesn’t miss a beat when I shove his itinerary plans back at him with uninterest.
Instead, he casually opens the French doors that lead onto the large balcony, allowing the winter air and snowflakes to begin dancing inside the bedroom.
Snowflakes, I should be able to awe in because I’m in Prague. It’s magic here at this time. Like being in a historical snow globe with possibilities and stories.
But I’m with Bobby’s lookalike, and it’s strange to be sitting here, my brain thinking it’s one man, but it’s a completely different breed.
“Well, since you know more about Prague than me,” Bronte pipes in evenly after a few seconds. “You can plan the rest of the trip.”
“That wouldn’t include youin it.”
