Almost.
Not soon enough.
The jeep fishtails slightly as she turns onto the main stretch of Pride land.
And then she slams the brakes.
Hard.
“Holy—”
We jerk forward as the tires screech.
And there—right in the middle of the road—is Rob.
Six-foot-something.
Barefoot.
Wild.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
He looks like my Rob.
If my Rob had been dragged through hell and back and came out the other side barely holding himself together.
“Rob?” I shout, already unbuckling, already moving before the jeep is even fully stopped.
“Hadley—wait—!” Kylie calls after me.
Too late.
I’m out.
Running.
His head snaps up.
Those eyes—electric blue.
Wild.
They lock on me like I’m the only thing in the world.
He sucks in a breath.
His whole body goes still.
“Cookie?” he rumbles.
And that’s it.
That’s all it takes.
“Rob!” I cry, sprinting the last few feet and throwing myself into him without a second thought.
