Wraith hardened his stare. “You really want to fight about this?”
Her gaze softened, “I don’t want to fight about anything with you. I’m sorry, I…”
No fucking way.He wouldn’t allow it.
“You don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong.”
She flattened her lips and he tightened his hold. “Nothing.”
There was a long stretch of silence. This wasn’t the conversation he wanted to have with her now. She was happy and the last thing he wanted was to ruin this for her. But it needed to be said. She needed the truth.
“I don’t see your past when I look at you.”
She stilled and dropped her gaze to his chest. This was probably the worst time to bring it up when she was riding a high. But Wraith had to make it known.
“Look at me.”
Cleo glanced up, and her doubt was evident.
“I don’t. I never have.” He paused, dropping his hand over her shoulder and down her back. “I didn’t want you to do anything that might trigger a bad memory. You said yourself, you blocked it, right?”
She slowly nodded.
“I didn’t want to be the reason it came back.”
“You won’t be.” She whispered. “I just want to be with you without anything from my past getting in the way and ruining it.”
“Just you, me and our future. That’s it.”
For fucking ever.
Chapter Eighteen
It had only taken another week, and she was officially moved into her new house. Wraith had the prospects move all her boxes over a few days ago. It had been that long since she’d been back to the clubhouse. It was almost strange visiting a place she’d called home for so long. And feeling like a guest.
Cleo knocked, stepped away from the door, and rocked back on her heels. The door swung open, and he dipped his brows.
“Hi, Cue.”
He scanned the yard behind her. “Why the hell are you knocking?”
Was that weird?
She shrugged. “I don’t live here anymore.”
He snorted. “You still got a key?”
“Yes.”
His lips twitched. “Then use it. A lot of lazy assholes live here. Don’t make us get up and answer the door. You just come in.”
There was something about that statement that warmed her heart. Leaving the clubhouse was good for all of them, but she liked the idea of still being welcomed back. At least, by a few.
She chuckled. “Okay.”
Cleo followed him into the house. There were a few members hanging out at the table and some at the bar. She noticed Jokerglance up, and gave a short wave. He was probably the most excited about her departure. Though she was greeted with a chin lift and half a smile. It was more than she usually got from the prospect.
“Wraith’s not here.” Cross’s tone was anything but welcoming.
