Braver.
I glance down, realize he’s tucked something into my hand.
It’s…a postcard.
I hold it up, see it’s identical to the one I sent Chloe a couple of weeks ago.
Except for the writing on the back.
Tears spill over as I read the words.
I wasn’t brave enough to see the truth until now, Stitch. But I’ve been yours since the first time I almost bowled you over on the porch.
Love,
Rhodes
I don’t think.
I just run, bolting down the sidewalk, my legs no longer tired, my body fueled by adrenaline and happiness and…
Hope.
“Rhodes,wait!”
He stops.
Turns.
Lets me catch up, my chest heaving, my hair in my face, my dignity nowhere to be found.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt.
His brows draw together. “What could you possibly have to be sorry for?”
I suck in a breath. Release it so I can speak clearly. Then say, “For making you walk away after you flew across the world to grovel.”
For one second, he just stares.
Then his mouth hitches up.
But it’s his eyes that undo me.
They’re glossy with tears.
Because this means as much to him as it means to me.
And everything I’ve been feeling, everything I’ve been shoving down…it all bursts forward.
I close the distance and fist both hands in his jacket. “You hurt me.”
Regret across his gorgeous face. “I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“And I still kind of want to throttle you for being such an idiot.”
He chuckles, but it’s rough around the edges, same as his attempt at a joke. “That seems like a fair trade.”
“But I also…” I blink back my tears.” I’ve missed you so freaking much.”
