“We told her everything was covered,” Riley whispers. “I didn’t want her to waste her time when everything was under control.”
“She asked us several times,” Eli says, his breathing finally slowing. “We’re horrible friends. When I wake up, we’re going over to her place.”
Seconds later, Eli collapses into Skip’s arms.
It won’t take him long to come around.
But I’m done waiting.
I pushed the woman I love away because I wasn’t…and never will be…good enough for her. I pushed her away to protect her.
And somehow, I pushed her away from her family, too.
I storm into my house, grab my keys, and race back out to my bike.
I’m done.
I was a fucking idiot to think distance would save her. If she feels even half as alone as I think she does, then she’s slipping back into the past. She won’t eat. She won’t sleep.
Why the fuck did I let her move out? Why the fuck did I push her away?
I may never be good enough for her, but there isn’t a soul alive who will ever love that woman the way I do.
I’m… fucking… done.
Abigail is mine. She always has been. I was just too fucking stupid to accept it.
“Where are you going?” Spike calls as I fire up my bike.
“To drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness,” I admit. “I’m bringing my woman back home.”
“Fucking finally,” Spike shouts. “We all have some groveling to do.”
Damn right they do.
But no one more than me.
I just hope she’ll forgive me and give us the chance she’s been asking me for, for years.
Chapter Five
Abby
“I have to cut you off after this one,” the mean man says.
“Why?” I ask, frowning. “It’s Christmas. Remember?”
“Darlin’,” he says patiently, “I can’t understand half of what you’re saying. You’re very drunk, and you’re alone. So yes…this is your last drink. Then I’m calling you a ride home.”
“I don’t wanna go home,” I mumble. “It’s lonely there.”
“Like I said,” he replies calmly, “I can’t understand you. So drink thisspecialdrink, and I’ll call you a ride.”
Oh. I like special drinks.
I take the glass and inhale a huge gulp.
“This is water,” I say, deeply offended. “Ew.”
