You’re not right for me, Devlin.Thing is, I’ll never be right for anyonebuther, and I know that.
It’s for the best that she feels this way. But that doesn’t change the fact that my heart’s been ripped out of my chest and is bleeding on the floorboard.
“I’ll take you home,” I manage without my voice breaking from sorrow. “I’ll send over your things later. If you can wait a few minutes to get them, that is.” When she doesn’t reply, I prod her. “Blair?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs. “I don’t need all my stuff immediately.”
“And you’ll be fine with Storm. You don’t need my help anymore.”
“Yeah, I guess not. I held my own okay.”
“You held your own more than okay. You’ll be great from here on out. Just be yourself and he’ll see that you’re amazing. If he doesn’t, then he’s an idiot.”
“Right,” she says half-heartedly.
“Don’t worry. You’ll have that ring on your finger in no time. He’s looking to get married. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here. Don’t lose heart.”
“I’m not. I haven’t,” she adds quickly. She’s quiet for a moment before adding, “You’ll say goodbye to Hands for me.”
“I’m sure Hands would love it if you visited now and then. He doesn’t bond with a lot of people. You’re one of the few.”
I glance over and she’s staring out at the countryside, her face turned away. The urge to grab her hand and press it to my chest is so strong it’s like someone else has taken over my mind and all they want me to do is touch Blair. Hold her hand. Run my fingers over her knuckles, kiss the underside of her jaw.
If I don’t stop thinking this way, we’ll never get back to Castleview.
Stop it, Devlin. Just stop it.She’s made her intentions very clear. She does not want me. Period. End of story. It’s time that I let her go, and the easiest way to do that is to drop her off at home and forget that any of this happened. Pretend it was a dream.
“Can I call you if I need help with Storm?”
“Sure,” I choke out. Great. Now whenever my phone rings, I’ll be hoping that it’s Blair asking for advice. “Anytime.”
Why did I say that? I’ll never get over her if we keep in contact.
The truth is, I never got over her the first time. I’ll never be over Blair Thornrose. I will want her until the day I die because she’s not someone that I could or want to forget about. She’s the very air that I breathe, and I want to bury myself in her.
So I’m going to let her go without looking back. It’s the right thing to do.
We don’t say much else as we drive home. I keep the car just above the speed limit as I don’t want to arrive any sooner than I have to.
It’s impossible to ignore the heaviness that’s settled into both our moods, but I turn on the radio and do my best to ignore it.
By the time we reach Castleview, the mood is so weighted it’s nearly smothering. I’m not sure if it’s coming from me, her or both of us, but it can’t be gone too soon.
Her phone rings as I pull up in front of her house, and she glances down at it, frowns and kills the call. I don’t have to ask to know that it’s Storm. At least she has the decency not to answer in front of me.
I stop the car, and she slowly gets out and turns around, tapping the top of the door and exhaling a loud puff of air.
“Well, I guess this is it.”
“I guess so.”
She frowns. “You sure that there aren’t any other visions you need?”
“No. In the meantime, do yourself a favor and don’t tell anyone about it. Trust me; otherwise, people will want to use you.”
Her expression darkens as if she’s remembering something, and then she says, “Okay. Right. Thanks.”
She turns to go, but I can’t release her just yet. “Blair?”
