Yet, the date that I’d gone on with him had gone swimmingly.
At least, that was how he took it.
Meanwhile, on my end, he’d taken me on a date to a seafood restaurant, and I was allergic to all freakin’ fish. I’d been terrified to get anything, even the water, because my allergy was so freakin’ bad that even a tiny spot of fish could cause me to have an allergic reaction.
That one date had gone so severely bad that I thought he’d never try to ask me out again.
I was wrong.
I’d found out rather quickly that making assumptions also made an ass out of you.
There I was thinking “he’ll get the hint” and there he was spreading rumors around town that I was now his.
No matter where I turned, there he was.
At first, I hadn’t tried super hard to keep him out of my life.
Wendy being so sick, I’d taken whatever help I could get.
But as I paid more attention to her, I paid less attention to him.
Which had pissed Errol the fuck off.
He wanted to be the center of my world.
I wanted him to give me space to breathe.
We fought.
He didn’t listen.
And eventually our fights turned physical—at least on his end.
The day that I got the message from my secret friend about a way to help Wendy in Montana had come at a perfect time. Or so I’d thought.
When I’d announced that I was moving, he’d found out and come to “talk sense into me.”
I hadn’t wanted to have “sense talked into me,” so he’d decided to beat it into me.
He’d left me on the floor in the barn since I’d refused to let him into my house and around my child, bleeding and bloody. He thought he’d gotten his version of sense knocked into me.
Unluckily for him, I’d picked myself up, dusted myself off, cleaned myself up, and moved the fuck out.
My parents and I had packed up and left the next day.
I hadn’t heard from him since.
The bike slowed, and I came out of my morose thoughts, only then realizing that I was holding on to Odin for dear life.
He slowed to a stop for a stoplight, and the tingling of my skin from where my hair had been slapping against my exposed skin started to overwhelm me.
I pulled away from Odin, not wanting to have him close for no reason.
He turned his face to the side, and I saw just a hint of a scar right at his hairline.
I wanted to lean forward and examine it more closely, but the light he was stopped at turned green, and he started forward again.
I was forced to throw my arms around him or fall off.
