She gives me the sweetest smile before saying, “Yes.”
A weird sensation hits me just then as she gazes at me like I’m her whole world. I don’t know if it’s the fact that we’re in a cemetery or the fact that I’m leaving my sister again…but my gut is telling me that our war is not over.
And if I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s the fact that my gut is never wrong.
CHAPTER 33
VICTORIA
THE WEEKEND WITH Damon and his sister’s family was great.
No, it was better than great.
It was wonderful. And I can’t wait to go back to visit them.
As I sit in the passenger’s seat, watching the world pass by us in a blur on the highway, I can’t help but think about Damon and I having our own little Arlo someday. It’s something we’ll need to discuss when we get home. If we’re going to do this, really be together, then we need to talk about the future. Marriage. Kids. Maybe a dog. The whole nine yards.
We’ve been through a lot of ups and downs. Mostly downs I suppose. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to truly forgive Damon for everything he did. But the truth of the matter is that everything he did led to us being together in the end. And maybe, in some fucked-up way, I wouldn’t change a thing if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
Looking over at my man, I can’t help but smile. He’s my whole world now, and I wouldn’t trade him for anything.
I have loved him ever since I was capable of the emotion. And now that I actually know what love is…well, my heart is so full it feels like it could burst with what I feel for him.
My smile quickly falters, however, when I notice how tense he is. He has a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel, and he keeps glancing in the rearview mirror.
“Damon,” I whisper, alarm filtering through my voice.
“Face forward. Don’t turn around,” he warns me.
Staying still in my seat and facing towards the front windshield, I ask him, “What’s wrong? What is it?”
“We’re being followed.”
His words send a shard of fear straight through me. “W-what?” I stammer, hoping I didn’t hear him correctly.
“The same SUV has been following us for the last twenty minutes. They were keeping a distance at first, but now they’re getting closer.” He fumbles with some buttons on the dash, and then I hear the sound of ringing before Baz’s voice fills the cabin.
“Hello, my friend. How was your getaway?” Baz asks with a friendly tone.
“Good until now. We’re being followed.”
More serious now, Baz asks, “Where are you?”
“We’re on the highway, heading home. Check the car’s GPS and send out a crew as soon as you can. They probably won’t make it in time, but we could use some backup.”
“You got it. Stay on the road as long as you can, my friend. We’re coming,” Baz says before ending the call.
Damon presses on the accelerator, and we’re suddenly going ninety instead of seventy, weaving in and out of cars to get some distance from the SUV.
“Who do you think is behind us?” I ask even though I’m afraid of Damon’s answer.
“Brody Farrell. Has to be,” he says.
And my entire world comes to a screeching halt.
CHAPTER 34
DAMON
