I stay in the room, waiting him out. A short time later, an engines rumbles to life and tires sound on the snow. I breathe out a sigh of relief, just as there’s a knock on the door.
I open it and find Kolton on the other side.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
My heart jumps into my throat as a hundred terrible things go through my mind. What could he possibly have to tell me? Especially in that tone.
I step out of the room and we go into the kitchen. He gestures for me to sit on one of the stools at the island, while he stands on the other side, hands flat on the counter and leaning forward.
“You’re not going to like what I have to say, but you need to listen to me.”
“Okay…” I say carefully. My heart starts to pound, jumping all the way into my throat.
Kolton stares at me for a long moment before saying, “I think you need to hear him out.”
“Wh-what?”
“You don’t have the full story.”
My chest gets tight as I think over what he said. Is he going against me now too?
“You think him lying to me is okay?”
“Absolutely not,” he says with a firm shake of his head. “Lying is not okay, and I told him as much. But what you think happened? It’s not the truth.”
“And how am I supposed to know what the truth is?” I snap. “After he lied to me, how will I trust him again?”
“That’s not something I can answer, Anastacia. All I can say is that you learn to do it.” A bang sounds upstairs, from where Lucian is working in one of the rooms. Kolton’s eyes drift upward for a moment and he says, “If you love someone enough, you figure it out.”
If you love someone enough…
Maybe I don’t love Grizz enough then, because I don’t think I can forgive him for this.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Grizz
I head home with my tail between my legs—something I’m doing a lot of. I don’t know how to approach her and get her to listen to me. I guess I can’t. She just has to listen when she wants to. I have to wait her out. And fuck, I will wait for her forever if I have to, but I don’t want to. I am so ready to have her back home.
I make sure the front door is locked, then head to my room, ignoring Tommy’s welcoming shout. Kicking the door closed, I drop onto my bed face first and beg for sleep. It’s the only thing that helps me get by these days. I’m fucking miserable, and nothing is going to fix that other than having my girl and my daughter back in this house.
I just don’t know how to make that happen, and I fucking hate it. I’m helpless. This is out of my control, and I can’t fucking stand it.
I lie in misery, staring into my closed eye lids, my heart thumping against my chest. It’s all empty. My chest is hollow, my heart is fucking black.
My phone rings in my pocket, and I consider ignoring it, but something tells me not to.
Because who the fuck would be calling me right now?
Groaning, I roll over and dig into my pocket. My phone falls from my grip when I seeAngelon the screen.
“Fuck.” I sit straight up and jab at the screen to answer the call, missing twice before finally getting it. “Hello?”
There’s a short pause, then, “Hi.”
“Hey. Is everything okay?” I rush to say.
“Not really, no.”
