“I’m good.”
Grey slammed the car door, upset. Instead of going upstairs, he remained beside his car, waiting for me. Waiting for Carter. Waiting for something. The tension radiated from him like heat.
Carter shook his head. “You’re coming with me.”
“Not a good idea.”
“It’s a damn good idea. You can lie to him later about why you came with me. But I’m not leaving you alone with how you ran from him. The fucking car was still rolling.” He strode to the passenger door of his truck and opened it. “Get in.”
I looked at Grey, whose expression changed from anger to hurt confusion, and he moved away from his car. “Darren, come on. Let’s go inside and talk.”
Both men on either side of me demanded that I choose them.
Damn it to hell.
I was stuck in the middle of a love triangle. My past. My present. Futures with either of these men were unknown and scary. Yet I had to make a choice.
I took a deep breath and took the first step to my future.
