But not with me.
Never with me.
I’m not enough for him. He won’tletme learn to be enough for him.
Fuck Theo.
Just fuck him.
Fuck him all to—“Aaaaaahhhh!”
Hell.
Fuck all of it all to hell.
Fuck Theo.
Fuck this mountain.
Fuck the person who shouldnotbe on this mountain who just cut in front of me from out of nowhere, arms flailing, completely out of control.
Fuck falling.
Fuck my ski not coming off like it’s supposed to.
And fuck the pain radiating out of my leg, which is most definitelynotsupposed to bend that way.
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Theo
Nothinglike the distinct sound of tires crunching on packed snow over gravel to make a guy’s entire body go on high alert.
I’m out back, behind my place, splitting wood. Without a shirt. In fifteen-degree weather. Surrounded by snow.
And I’m hot.
I’m always fucking hot.
But I grab a damn flannel and throw it on anyway. Together with the lumberjack hat, the work boots, and the baggy orange overalls, it should be enough to detract any more picture-takers.
Signs aren’t working.
Gonna have to move.
Smash my phone.
Wish I had enough money to pay someone to take down the whole internet. Or that I’d listened to Emma when she told me I needed toincorporate my businessand get a privacy shield.
Car stops out front.
For a split second, I hope it’s Laney.
I hope she’s coming to call me on my bullshit excuse to walk away from her.
But she already did that, didn’t she?You’re being an asshole because you’re scared, and I’m giving you a chance to meet me halfway.
And I was the idiot who kept on leaving.
