“I’m well-trained to do things like that.”
“I’m not safe to be around.”
What the hell was she talking about? “Sky—”
“Ever since Eloise died, bad things have been happening to me. I told you that. It feels like I was supposed to die, and because I didn’t, the world is coming for me!”
“You know that’s ridiculous, Sky.”
She shook her head, another tear rolling down her cheek as she pulled her arm free. “No, it’s not. In Cheyenne, there were so many incidents after Eloise’s death. I ignored them, and Charlie died. What if I ignore them again andyoudie too?”
“I’m not going to die,” Becket growled.
“I’m leaving, and you have to let me go.”
“No.”
“You don’t have a choice.” She turned and moved quickly toward the door.
He sure as helldidhave a choice. He moved after her and gripped her hips before she reached his door. “Sky…don’t do this. I can protect both of us.”
“I dreamed about the fire in Cheyenne. But it changed. You were stuck in the flames and there was no way out.”
That’s what her nightmare had been about last night? “It was a just dream.”
“If anything happened to you because of me—”
“Nothingwill happen to me. Don’t do this.”
She hung her head again, her hands touching his.
Take it back, Sky. Tell me we can handle this together.
“I’m sorry. I have to go. Please just…give me some space.” Then she grabbed his hands and gently pulled them off her before stepping out of his house.
CHAPTER25
Becket hit the bag hard and watched it tremble under the force. Air hissed between his teeth and his blood pumped fast.
He hit the bag again, ignoring the exhaustion that pulled at his limbs.
How long had he been at this? Thirty minutes? Forty? It didn’t matter. He wanted to exhaust his body. Dull the fury inside him. The frustration that was the last few days without Sky.
She’d ended things between them. Broken up with him,forhim, to keep him safe, and nothing he’d said had changed her mind.
He hit the bag harder.
He’d tried calling her. He needed to hear her voice and talk some damn sense into her. But she wouldn’t answer. And she hadn’t responded to a single text. When he’d gone over to her place before work today, her car was gone.
She was scared. He got that. He understood her fear. Charlie had died because of an accident she’d been involved in, and now she was convinced he was at risk too. But pushing him away wasn’t the answer.
A throat cleared behind him, and he turned his head to see Teddy standing in the doorway.
Becket looked back at the bag and hit it again. “What is it, Teddy?”
“Just checking in. You didn’t seem yourself at training this morning.”
His back teeth ground together. The team had done some sprint training this morning, and yeah, he’d been short with the entire crew. “I’m fine.”
