When she didn’t stop, he started walking again, this time faster, while continuing to shout her name, turning everyone’s head but hers. The damn crowds were so damn thick and loud, it could be that his shouts were getting lost.
He picked up his pace to a light jog, which sucked. First, he hated to run for any reason other than escaping the fucking pigs. Second, he wore heavy biker boots.
Why the fuck did she have a kid with her? Was it her nephew? Was she babysitting? Did she become a nanny?
Last time he saw her, she had a decent job. Did she give it up when she disappeared?
He had too many questions and no goddamn answers.
But he was determined to get them, so he continued to chase after her.
“Kyra!”For fuck’s sake, he could hardly get that one out because he was getting winded. He should’ve done more cardio while at Fayette instead of just lifting weights.
Next time.
No, fuck that. There wasn’t going to be next time.
“Goddamn it, Kyra!”
That got a few glares directed his way, along with one mother covering her child’s ears.
If she didn’t stop, he was soon going to collapse. But he was gaining on her, despite him having to dodge and weave the people blocking his way.
When the fuck had he ever chased goddamn pussy?
Never.
He shouldn’t be chasing it now, either.
This was the last damn time he was calling out, then he was giving up, getting a well-needed beer, lighting a fucking joint, and smoking it until he forgot she ever existed.
“Kyra!”
With a quick glance over her shoulder, she spotted him.
He knew because her eyes went wide and she began to speed walk, practically dragging the little boy along with her.
“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” he screamed at the sky.
Suddenly, she turned left between two carnival game trailers. He might be able to cut her off. He ducked between the trailers and came out into another row and stopped dead.
She couldn’t pretend she didn’t see him since they were now standing face-to-face. But holy shit, he hadn’t seen her in too fucking long.
He took two deep breaths to control his breathing and let his gaze rake over her.
She had filled out. Her hips were now wider, her tits even bigger.
She looked damn good; even better than the last time.
A few years ago, her straight blonde hair fell halfway down her back, now it was just past her shoulders. She must have been spending some time in the sun since the smattering of freckles over her nose were more noticeable than the last time he saw her, the day she left.
“Leave me alone, Zeke.”
“For fuck’s sake, Kyra. Just gimme a minute of your time.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause you owe me that.”
