“I would have taken you home where I could have taken care of you.”
“I’m fine. I already told you I just needed some time alone. It’s all good. Will you give me some space?”
“For how long?” he demanded.
“Forever?” I suggested. “I think we should probably go our separate ways, to be honest.”
“No way in hell.”
“There’s nothing holding us—”
“I’m not listening to this bullshit, Liv. You’ve got two weeks. If you’re not back here within that time, I’m coming to get you,” he said, then he hung up.
And he did. Despite my best efforts to resist him, he dragged me back to Savannah and refused to let me hide from him or the world.
Dick.
Olivia
Present Day...
ILOCKED THE door of my condo and forced myself not to completely lose my shit. Lyric had just given birth to the most precious little boy and it was a beautiful thing. He was her miracle baby, and Doom certainly deserved some happy after all the shit he’d gone through in his life, but the pain that shot through my heart was almost too much to take. I wrapped my arms around my waist and slid to the floor as sadness swamped me.
My little girl, Mandi, would be almost seven if she’d lived. She’d probably have Doc’s nose and I’d sure as hell have made sure she had my sass. A well-behaved woman never got anything done. But it just wasn’t meant to be for me, and I refused to rain on someone else’s parade, so I’d left the hospital before I broke down.
I needed to get myself together so I could paste a happy face on and celebrate with my friends. They deserved nothing less.
Before I could haul my ass off the floor, however, my front door opened, and I looked up to see Doc walk in. “You okay?” he asked.
“How did you get in?”
He smirked. “Used my key.”
“How the hell did you get a key?” I demanded.
“Liv, it’s the same key I’ve had for eight years,” he said, closing the door.
