I blink hard.
No.I’m not doing this.
I’m not going to cry over a man who couldn’t even stick around long enough to say goodbye.
Or check on me.
Or anything.
I’m fine.
I’m still me.Sabrina Rosetto.Kindergarten teacher.
I teach circle time and phonics and how to use your words when you’re mad.
I live in a safe, boring townhouse.
I drink mint tea and read romance novels at night and I go to church on Sundays.
I’d never been shot at before.
Never been kidnapped.
Never had to make a run for it in the middle of a wintry mix hell storm.
And honestly?
That’s the life I want to go back to.
Not this mess.
Not bodyguards and underground hit squads and dark-eyed men who make me feel like the center of the universe one minute and vanish the next.
This wasn’t fun.This wasn’t sexy.This wasn’t some fantasy.
It was terrifying.
I was terrified.
I still am.
And maybe I’ve been fooling myself this whole time, thinking I could handle it.
Thinking I could handle him.
Because the truth is, I’m pretty sure I love him.
Yeah.That’s the worst part.
Somewhere between the stalking, the pizza dates, the accidental orgasms, and him storming through a warehouse to rescue me like some avenging god—I fell for him.
Theo Montego.
But he’s gone.MIA.AWOL.What-fucking-ever.
And what kind of man in love stays away from the woman he just saved?
What kind of man disappears after she’s hurt, after he saw the blood on her hands?
