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Tears slip down myface.
Anotherrejection.
I’m done lying tomyself.
I’m done thinking he’llchange.
Fuck DallasBarnes.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dallas
I deservethe rain pouring down on me in front of our hotel room. I deserve to get sucker-punched in my fucking face, mugged right here on this sidewalk, and stabbed in the back for how I treated Willowagain.
My cock is hard. The taste of Willow’s sweet pussy is on my tongue. My head is not only blasting with thoughts of how turned on I am, but also of how terrible of a man Iam.
I did it again—treated her like shit and walked away while in themoment.
Willow deserves someone better than me, someone who isn’t a mess. But why does it kill me to picture her having that someone? Why can’t I get her out of my head and stay in this miserable place, as I promised myself I would monthsago?
I shake my head in agony. What would it look like to Lucy if I fell for someone else? That would hurt her memory, show I was a shitty husband, make it seem like she was replaceable in myeyes.
I bang my palms against the motel’s brick wall. But, Jesus, fuck, what aboutme?
I clench my hands and stalk back and forth, depicting a serialkiller.
Would it hurt Lucy if I movedon?
She’sgone.
Hell, knowing Lucy, she’s probably smiling down at me. She begged me to find someone else to love and made me promise I’d eventually move on, for my daughter’s sake and mine. I agreed, lying to her on herdeathbed.
But who wouldn’t when time was running out and you didn’t want to waste your last words arguing about giving your heart to anotherwoman?
I never thought it was possible. The thought of touching another woman made my skincrawl.
UntilWillow.
Can I stay confined in my miserable bubble? Keep my heart in reserve because I’m terrified of losing someone I care aboutagain?
I tilt my head up to stare at the darksky.
“Lucy, baby, tell me what to do. Am I making a wrong move or being a fucking idiot?”I whisper while a million thoughts rush through mymind.
The bed is empty when I walk back into the motel room. I look at the window first, like a dumbass, considering the window is right next to the door, and I would’ve seen her leave. The bathroom light shines through the bottom of the door, and I hear the shower turnon.
Lucky for me, the door isn’t locked. My hand is shaking when I open it while taking a deep breath. I make out her breathtaking silhouette through the thin shower curtain at the same time I hear hercrying.
Damn it! I’m a fuckingasshole.
I take a step into the room and say hername.
She doesn’treply.
I repeat it, louder thistime.
Silence.
