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I agree, so I don’t protest.
“Where do we go from here? I don’t want to lose you.”
“You can’t lose me.” He stands. “How about I see you on the other side once the wedding is over?”
“Okay...”
“See you then.” A gentle smile slides across his lips but his eyes remain troubled.
“See you.”
He turns and walks out of the office, and my heart sinks.
I feel like I’m venturing into the eye of a storm where I can’t see what’s happening before me or around me. Ryan was my safety net.
Things were always safe with him. Now I feel like I’m freefalling and waiting to see where I end up.
But…in the midst of the chaos, in my heart I remember my mother saying that sometimes living is about not knowing what’s going to happen next.
Layla is like Mom. The spontaneous and spur-of-the-moment kind of girl.
I’ll admit I’m jealous of the freedom she allows herself.
I know she honors Mom by living no matter where life takes her and what it throws her way. She’s always making the sweetest lemonade out of the most bitter lemons.
Perhaps I should be like that too, for once in my life.
I just hope I’m not setting myself up for a fall by opening my heart to a man who still feels like he’s emotionally unavailable to me.
Chapter 21
Hunter
Istare out the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of my hotel suite getting lost in the city lights.
It’s a perfect picture of the nightlife in Osaka and one of the many things I love about coming to Japan.
I’m lost in my thoughts again. This is the first time I’ve been here or anywhere for business and found it difficult to concentrate on my work.
That little problem of mine has everything to do with the woman I claimed the night before my flight. And the morning.
I took as much as I could get and even when we stopped and she fell asleep, I never wanted the night to end or the sun to rise.
I could have continued going forever or until I died, whichever came first.
Since I’ve been here I’ve hardly been able to think of anything else besides Luna.
Every time I close my eyes she’s there, pressed up against me in my bed.
I see, hear, taste and smell her in my mind and don’t have to think too hard before my body remembers what it felt like to be buried deep inside her.
The little princess has plagued my mind since I met her, but now that I’ve claimed her, she’s engraved in my soul in a way I never anticipated.
For all my insight and intelligence I failed to see the simplest of things. That she’d come to mean something to me. Something more. Something that sets her apart from just being collateral damage in my war with her father.
In the course of this journey she became the woman I chased.
That primal instinct inside me wasn’t just unleashing the asshole because I wanted to lay down the law and declare myself New York’s version of Marcus Aurelius.
