Lifting my head, I keep my eyes on the Sheriff and ignore Jeremiah Long.
The Sheriff nods his head to him and I follow behind him, slipping into the front seat of the SUV and keeping my eyes blank and unfocused.
I don’t want to look at him. Don’t want to see him standing there, his perfect face, the scruff that shows off his sexy lips and the warm look in his golden-hazel eyes.
Or at least that’s what I remember.
The Sheriff turns around in the drive and we’re heading down the mountain. “I hope that you enjoyed your trip to this area.”
I nod my head, my eyes staying on the road as I sigh. “It was fine.”
“I’m sorry. I know the weather has been really sketchy lately. But normally this is a very beautiful area.”
Shrugging, I drop my eyes to my restless fingers. “I’m sure it is. I grew up in the mountains so I’m used to this shit but this one was strange all the way round.”
The guy nods. His blue eyes meet mine and he smiles and I have a feeling a lot of women like the Sheriff.
Not me. But then I was an idiot and thought I could love the man in my heart enough that he’d be able to love me back.
Once again, I’m an idiot.
CHAPTER 12
Jeremiah
She’s gone. The house feels like it’s empty without her there, a smile on her face and singing like a lark while I read from manuals and we act like an old married couple.
It takes me only one minute, a minute where my heart is racing, my stomach is roiling and it feels like I’m about to lose my breakfast. If I’d been able to eat any.
My phone rings and I groan when I see that it’s Rand. I answer it. “She’s on her way into town. She’ll be back in civilization in new time.”
“What the hell did you do, you idiot? I gave you the perfect opportunity to finally make things right with my sister and you managed to fuck it up? What is wrong with you?”
“What do you mean, you gave me the opportunity?”
“ I sent my sister there to find you for a reason. I’m tired of you two being at daggers drawn because you can’t give in to the fact that you belong together. You’ve always belonged together!”
My mouth falls open and I pull the phone away from my ear to stare at it.
“What do you mean, you planned this?”
“I did,” his smug tone makes me want to punch him in the mouth. And the two of you managed to fuck up again. Do you have some problem with being happy?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay. Do you love my sister?”
“Yes, yes, I do.”
“Great. Then you need to stop this martyr act and find my sister and tell her that you love her.”
“I can’t do that, man.”
“Why the hell not?” he asks me, his voice hard.
“Because I’m not right for her. I’m going to hurt her. She deserves better.”
“Well then I suggest that you start therapy and start working on yourself, man. Because the only man that she’s always wanted with you and she tried to move on. It was a disaster. She picked someone who hurt her worse than you. Is that what you want to make her do? Go find a poor substitute for you and live a terrible, awful life?”
