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My steps faltered, and the rolling of my suitcase stopped. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my cell, fingers lingering on the shirt I stole from Win.
I had five missed calls and over ten texts.
There was a voicemail too.
A complete glutton for punishment, I hit the button and put the phone to my ear.Lars, don’t you do this to me. Don’t you fucking leave me… Please.
I played it again, closing my eyes at the sound of his voice. Even upset, he was my favorite sound.
A tear tracked over my cheek as I pulled the device from my ear. Tapping the screen, I emailed the voicemail to the secret address I’d set up last night, the same place I’d sent all the selfies and photos I had of Win.
Then I tossed the entire phone in the nearest trashcan, fighting the urge to dive in and pick it out.
Knowing I only had a few minutes and I couldn’t be late, I started forward again, on my way to the gate.
“Lars!” His frantic yell echoed behind me.
I might have thought I was imagining things, but the people around me turned to look.
I wanted to look too. With desperation I didn’t even know was possible, I wanted to turn. But I couldn’t let him see me.
Quickening my pace, I ducked my head even more.
“Lars Eriksson, stop!”
I froze midstep, chin wobbling, refusing to look back. His feet pounded over the carpet, my heart syncing to the rhythm.
He came for me,my heart sang.
He can’t be here!My headreminded me.
I started moving again but didn’t get far.
He enclosed me from behind, molding his front to my back and wrapping his arms around my middle. I bit back the hiss his movements caused and went still, noting how his heart pounded so hard I felt it against my back.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” he growled beside my ear.
Goose bumps raced across my skin, and I tucked my chin just a little closer to my chest.
When I said nothing, he made a frustrated sound, ripping the hat off my head and pulling me around. “Did you think I wouldn’t know you if you hid your halo?” he demanded. “Because I could be blind as a bat and I would still fucking see you, Lars.”
“Please don’t do this,” I whispered, head hanging. “Just let me go.”
“Is that really what you want?” he asked, gripping my arms.
I tried to force the words out. I tried to tell him it was exactly what I wanted. My mouth moved, but no sound came out as if the words weren’t even there.
“Tell me that’s what you want, and I will walk away right now.”
My hands flexed at my sides with the urge to cling to him and never let go. Tears dampened my lashes as I fought to say the words.
Long seconds ticked by, and I still said nothing.
He grabbed my chin. Forcing my head up. “Look at me—” His gasp was so loud the woman walking past stumbled.
“What is this?” he said quietly, the kind of quiet that was ominous as hell.
I tried to drop my face again, but he wouldn’t allow it. “Who put this bruise on your face?”
