“What’s wrong?”
“Me? Nothing. I’m great,” I lie.
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“I have no idea.”
Tristan laughs once. “You know, I only come out here when I really need to think. To feel alone in a world that’s so crowded and noisy.”
“What has your mind so twisted?” I ask.
His deep brown eyes turn to me. “You.”
Chapter 13
Tristan
Isaid it.
I meant it.
I just wish it were a fucking lie.
Isn’t that the crux of this entire thing? That the one woman in the world I should want nothing to do with, I can’t get out of my head.
Lark’s green eyes widen for a heartbeat, and then she smiles softly. “That’s why I’m here.”
Fuck.
I look out toward the west, where the sky goes on forever, where there are possibilities and hope and a world where I could have her, if only there weren’t so many reasons I can’t.
There’s nothing to say, and maybe we both know it, which is why we’re quiet.
“Tristan,” Lark says my name like a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“This will pass. This…attraction we have. It’ll go away, right?”
I huff out a laugh. “I sure as hell hope so. Each time I see you, though, it doesn’t seem like that.”
“No, not for me either.”
The sadness in her tone makes my chest ache. “Maybe we should list all the reasons this can never work,” I suggest.
She nods. “That’s a good idea. I’ll go first. I don’t like you.”
I laugh, a deep one that goes through my entire body. One that I haven’t had in so fucking long. “I don’t like you either.”
“See, there’s a start. Okay.” She looks out at the view before looking back at me. “I think you’re an ass.”
“I am one, and I think you’re reckless.”
She purses those heart-shaped lips. “I am not reckless. I’m very mature and adultlike.”
“Are you? Because I’m not seeing it,” I joke, but I keep my voice even. I can’t wait to hear her rebuttal.
“I run a ranch, thank you very much.”
