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CHAPTER19
Conner
I grabbed the bottle of scotch and took it over to the couch. Bringing the bottle to my lips, the amber liquid smoothly went down my throat.
“I’m sorry.” I heard a soft voice from behind.
Turning my head, I stared at the beautiful woman I loved so much staring back at me.
“You don’t need to apologize. I’m the one who’s being a complete dick.”
“Yeah. You are.” A small smile crossed her lips as she sat down beside me. “But you’re not completely at fault. I didn’t mean it when I told you I didn’t like you. I don’t know you well enough yet to make that judgment.”
I breathed out a laugh. “I kind of missed these days.”
“What days?” she asked.
“When we first met and spewed so much shit to each other. All I can say is that you’re lucky you’re so damn sexy.” The corners of my mouth curved upward.
“How did you get me to open up to you about my past?”
“I relentlessly pursued you until you finally gave in.” A smirk crossed my lips. “But seriously. You told me the morning after you finally showed me your scars. We were sitting down by the shoreline, and you told me everything about your past.”
“I must have felt really comfortable with you.”
“You did.”
“Can you take me to my office tomorrow? I want to see where I work.”
“Of course, I’ll take you. Just let me know when you want to go.”
“Thank you.”
I caught her staring at the picture of us on the console table.
“Was this taken at Disneyland?” she asked as she reached over and picked it up.
“Yeah. We all went there for Ella’s birthday.”
“Can I tell you something?” she asked.
“Anything.”
“I haven’t been able to look at any of the pictures or videos on my phone.”
“Why?” My brows furrowed.
“At first, I didn’t know why. But after really thinking about it and when a part of my psychologist's brain kicked in, I determined it was because I’m afraid to see what I can’t remember because I won’t know who that person who looks like me is. I’m used to being alone, Conner. In my head right now, it’s all I know. I perfected pushing people away and not letting them into my life. Something happened earlier. When we were down at the bonfire, flashes were going off in my mind as I stared at the fire.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“It was like someone was in my head snapping pictures with the flash on.”
“And the bonfire triggered that?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“Some of our best times were around the bonfire.” I smiled. “Maybe you were trying to trigger a memory.”
