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Tristan paced on the porch. None of this made sense. It was true, Dianna had told him that she wasn’t interested in a relationship when he first arrived, but everything after that had made it clear she was just as ready as he was. He couldn’t wrap his head around what had gone wrong, and he wasn’t going to leave until he did.
How could he go home to Mathew and tell him that everything was about to change…again? They’d picked up and come across the states to do Mathew’s therapy, and he’d even had a few discussions about staying. Mathew seemed thrilled with the idea. He loved Dianna.
What had happened?
He stopped and knocked on the door again. She knew he was there. It wasn’t like she escaped out the back door to avoid speaking to him. Normally, he wouldn’t even bother. But already he felt like he was drowning, knowing that when the sun rose, his life would forever be changed.
Was it possible he’d read too much into what was developing between them?
No, he refused to believe that for even one second.
She’d been the first to kiss him.
She’d been the one to ask him if she could stay.
Irritation quickly infiltrated and poisoned the ache in his chest. Was she toying with him?
Losing all control, his thoughts shifted to Erika and how she’d disappeared when things got difficult. He hadn’t thought that Dianna was capable of such duplicity. These darker feelings continued to spiral out of control with each flashback to his past relationship.
Tristan lifted his hand to knock once more when the door opened, revealing one of Dianna’s sisters. He only knew Brielle by name. This one was younger than Dianna so that narrowed down what her name might be.
He glanced around her, shifting so he could get a better look inside the darkened front room. There were voices coming from the back of the house, presumably where the rest of the family was. Dianna’s sister stepped out of the house and onto the porch. She closed the door quietly and leaned against it, her arms folded. “You must be Tristan.”
His jaw tightened. “What letter of the alphabet are you?”
One corner of her mouth twitched upward. “G.”
G. He couldn’t remember what her name was. It could be Georgia, Genevieve or Gabrielle. But none of that mattered. He needed to speak to one person and her name didn’t start with that letter. “I need to speak to Dianna.”
“It’s Grace.”
He frowned. “What?”
“My name.”
Tristan shook his head. “I need to talk to Dianna.”
Grace glanced over her shoulder, then rubbed her chin before bringing her eyes to meet his. “Yeeeah. I don’t think she’s going to come down. She’s got to be the most stubborn out of all of us.”
That couldn’t be true. Not with all the stories she’d told of her sisters. Dianna seemed like she fit into her family just fine. He cleared his throat. “I really need to talk to her about something important.”
“She broke up with you.”
He stiffened. “Boy, news travels fast.”
She cocked her head to the side slightly and her lips spread into a wider smile. “If you’re wondering… no. She didn’t just come in and announce it to the world. I just happened to be in her way when she made her escape.”
Escape. That word scraped against him like sandpaper, rubbing his already sensitive heart raw. Just like when she said she felt cornered or trapped… she didn’t want to be in a relationship with him.
The heat and tight air in his chest deflated and his shoulders slumped. It wasn’t hard to immediately start second-guessing everything he knew about this relationship. He took a few steps back and leaned against the porch railing. “Is that what she said she was doing?”
“What?”
“Escaping from me.”
Grace snorted. “No. But she flew into the house like she was running from something terrifying.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
