The brutal honesty of speaking his deepest childhood wound aloud was utterly terrifying.But he was ready to lay himself bare for her.“Just don’t ditch me.”
Her hand stilled on his back, her expression sobering as the gravity of his words registered.She nodded slowly.“Okay.”Then she smiled.A slow, secret smile that spread across her mouth and lit up her whole face.
He grinned down at her, their bond strengthening by being united in taking this giant leap of faith together into the unknown.They were both secretly terrified of being hurt and abandoned.“So I guess we’re in this together now, huh?”
She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him closer.“I guess so.And we’ll look out for each other.”She raised her mouth to his to seal their promise with a kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
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After being forcedto wait more than seven excruciating hours until it was dark enough to risk returning to her neighborhood, it was finally time.Rob took a final swig from the bottle of Jack he’d started earlier, polishing it off before dumping it into the back floor of the rental car.
The whiskey burned down his throat, warmed the pit of his stomach and eased the hard knot of anxiety there.He wasn’t wasted.Not yet.But this would take the edge off long enough for him to do what needed to be done and make his getaway.It also silenced all the whispers of doubt in his head.Replaced them with the raw anger he needed to get this done.
Exacting revenge on Cassie had turned out to be so much harder than he’d ever expected.He was done chasing her around and trying to figure out another way to set her up.
His life was already ruined beyond repair.Thanks to social media and the internet, the stain blackening his name and reputation would follow him to his grave.No one would hire him based on that alone.And it was all her fault.
Revenge wasn’t nearly enough at this point.Now he just wanted her dead.
When he’d killed Mikey, he’d left himself open.Chances were good the forensics would link it to him eventually.He needed to be down in Cuba long before that happened.
What did one more murder matter at this point?She deserved to die way more than Mikey had.And at least this way he would have the satisfaction of knowing Cassie was no longer breathing.
The alcohol began to kick in.A calming, warm balm that soothed his racing mind and heart.The whiskey let the anger take over, burning everything else away.
Except there was a strange pickup in her driveway.One that hadn’t been there when he’d come by earlier.
It was almost midnight.Which meant whoever it was had to be staying over.
Fury punched through him.The sanctimonious bitch who had destroyed his life and accused him of being a narcissistic, predatory sex addict was getting laid right now while he was facing exile and starting his life over in a foreign country.
“Fuck you, Cass,” he snarled, his heart slamming so hard against his ribs he could hear it.She’d betrayed him.Turned on him and moved to this pathetic backwater, and now had hooked up with some local prick tonight?
She would pay.She would pay for itall.
