He just stared at her, waiting.
“But…but…a bond wasn’t meant for me.”
His smile was so handsome. “I don’t think that’s up to you, or up to me. I think it just happens when it’s supposed to happen.”
“But…you’re a grizzly shifter. I am a housecat.”
“I don’t care about that.”
“But you live in Colorado, and I’m from Arizona.”
“It’s unfortunate and makes things complicated.”
“But…I have to leave you.”
“I know.”
Panicking, she fluttered her hands, shaking out the tingles there. “What do we do with this?”
“I think we figure it out,” he said.
“Figure it out,” she repeated in a whisper. “How do we even begin to do that?”
He leaned over and cupped the back of her neck, dragging her into the kiss. His lips were perfect against hers, drinking her in, quieting the loud thoughts in her mind.
Her eyes were burning again, and to her mortification, tears streamed to her cheeks. She ended the kiss and gasped in a sob and hugged him tighter than she had ever hugged anyone in her life. “I don’t want to go.”
She shoved him hard and pushed the door open. She didn’t want him to see her cry. She didn’t cry! This was weak, and she was not this type of girl.
“I can get your bag,” he said.
“I don’t want you to,” she sobbed. “You ruined everything.” She yanked the luggage out of the back seat and shut the door, then placed her hand on the passenger’s side door to slam it.
“I think I love you,” she said through a sob. Then she slammed the door and walked away.
Moira was crying hard now, and she forced herself not to look back as she walked through the sliding glass doors.
She walked straight to the nearest bathroom and pulled her luggage right into the corner stall and pressed her back against the wall. She looked up at the white tile ceiling and broke down like some lovesick pup.
He’d broken her into whatever this was, and part of her was angry.
This flight home was supposed to be easy, but she wondered now if she’d ever done anything this difficult in her entire life.
Her phone vibrated, and she pulled it from her purse, and checked the text that came across the screen.
I love you too. From Cam.
There was an image attached, and she sniffled and opened it.
It was a purchase receipt for the Woodpecker Inn. Lodge Five had been reserved for next year’s UnValentine’s Day week.
Wait, what?
Another text came through.I’m booking your flights here as soon as you give me your information. I don’t want anyone else for Valentine’s Day. Every year, I only want you. For Valentine’s Day, for Christmas, for Easter, for New Years…for every holiday, I want to spend them with you. Have a safe flight. Text me when you land. I’ll be waiting. Moira…read that again. I’ll. Be. Waiting.
Her smile dislodged two more tears to her cheeks as she stared at the phone screen and reread it all again.
She was the one he wanted? Her? Moira Jennings?
