But like a train wreck, I can’t look away. My gaze is still on him.
My breath catches when someone is pointing at the hotel and then at the fast-food chain.
His gaze locks on mine, and he looks mighty pissed.
Luca tosses his keys at Ashton and stalks toward us.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Luca is fuming.
Ashton is moving the car, parking in front of the hotel.
Like a hurricane, Luca comes barreling inside, the anger rolling off him like steam on a chilly winter’s day.
The look alone sends shivers down my spine.
It’s frosty.
Bitter.
And reserved solely for me.
It’s nothing to feel grateful about.
“You weren’t supposed to come find me,” I whisper, staring up at him.
Zeke throws his arms up at Luca.
“Dada,” he says, and my heart hurts a million times more, hearing my son call him that.
Luca exhales loudly and tries his damndest to ignore Zeke.
I want to see his resolve crumble and for him to realize I’m not the villain.
“I can’t believe you broke up with me in a letter. One that you didn’t even have the courage to give me!” Luca isn’t the least bit quiet, and the two other guests in the restaurant turn in our direction.
Sighing, I gesture toward the empty seat in the booth across from me.
“I’d prefer to stand,” Luca bites out.
“I was trying to give you your freedom, Luca,” I say, keeping my tone soft, disarming. There’s no reason for me to fight with him.
Zeke squirms, growing restless in my arms, especially now that he sees Luca, and apparently, the kid has had enough of me today.
“My freedom?” Luca laughs darkly, clearly angry and hurting.
I should have realized what the consequences would be. I didn’t intend to hurt him.
“I honestly thought you’d be relieved,” I say, staring up at him.
“You don’t know me at all.” Luca shakes his head, fuming. “I’ve been prepared to throw my future away for you?—”
“I didn’t ask you to do that!” My voice raises an octave.
