“Never told me what?”
“Nothing. It’s not my story to tell anyway.”
“Just shut the fuck up,” I seethed. “And tell me where I can find him.”
Patrick wipedthe back of his hand across his mouth before saying, “Camden, Maine. He’s easy enough to find. And I hope you do find him. He deserves what always should have been his.”
With that, I turned away, letting my hatred for Patrick fall to the wayside for now. “But just a word of advice,” he called to me when I was a few steps away. “You can only find the man who wants to be found. Just because you’regoing to run after him this time, it doesn’t mean that he’ll stop running.”
Patrick’s words danced around my head the rest of the night. They paraded through my consciousness through the rest of the week. And just when I thought they’d talked me out of going after Ryan, Mom’s words beat the shit out of them and battered them into nothingness.
See what it’s like to have him in your life.
Determinedto do just that, I took care of what I needed to at my shop, delegated tasks to Korey, my high school friend turned project manager, and packed my bags.
Patrick may have been right. Maybe Ryan didn’t want to be chased. But he would have to tell me that to my face in order for me to walk away.
I had no clue how he’d react when I showed up, but I no longer cared about what he thought, what hewanted.
I wanted him and sometimes motives were just that simple.
You had to go after what you want in order to be happy.
And Ryan was what I wanted. Deep in my heart, I knew I was what he wanted, too.
Now, I just had to convince him of that.
