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“Then I’ll help you through it. The good and the bad.”
“Thank you,” I tell her with a tear-filled smile. “That was easier than I expected it to be. Maybe because I’ve graduated high school and I have the job I always wanted. If I were younger, then maybe I would feel differently. I’ll just have to alter the way I saw my future, one without a husband.”
“You’re that certain of Isaac?”
“No relationships. He doesn’t date. He doesn’t want any of those things.”
“Sometimes people change their mind when their views on something become more evolved, when it actually happens.”
“Maybe. I’ll try to figure out how to tell him. I don’t want to do it in a text, and he doesn’t want me at the bar. He’s so busy with the wedding that I’ll just have to wait until it’s over. Wait until he gets horny again.”
“I doubt he’ll keep you waiting very long. Besides, if you wait a few months, your belly can do all the explaining for you.”
“Ugh,” I groan into my hands because I hadn’t even thought about how much my body is about to change.
Everything is going to change, though. And there’s no way to stop it now.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Isaac
Laurel and John’s wedding went off without a hitch. Well, all except one. I missed Holly so damn much I could barely hold a smile on my face for the photographer.
I shouldn’t have tossed her invitation. Seeing her at the wedding and reception, knowing I couldn’t touch her, would’ve been hard, but at least I could be near her.
It’s been at least two weeks since I had a night with her. Two miserable weeks I wasn’t sure I could endure alone.
Now that the wedding is over, here’s hoping I can find some time tomorrow night to pay her a visit. She hasn’t even sent even a single naughty pic to try and entice me. Not that it would’ve worked as I haven’t had a moment free before midnight, thanks to the wedding and the club.
This time apart has been different from the last.
Yes, not seeing her those six months was difficult, but not like this. Not agonizing.
Why did I even come home after the reception cleanup? I should’ve gone straight to her place, even if all I’m capable of is falling into bed and holding her tonight.
I’m about to crank my motorcycle again when I hear something rustling through the grass on the other side of the house. Somebody leaving? An intruder? I listen for the sounds of my mother or Lyla screaming, but it’s quiet, other than the rustling getting louder as it comes closer.
Pulling out my gun, I crouch and creep around the front of the house in the shadows, praying it’s a raccoon or a rabbit, some animal passing through.
The tall, massive figure is no small woodland creature.
Did Lyla have a guy over tonight? Her car isn’t in the garage. So probably not. She won’t even date Thane, unless he brought her home…
Hell, I don’t know who the fuck he is, but I’m about to find out as I stalk closer to him.
There’s a giant patch on his back, that much I’m sure of from the light of the garage. And the patch sure as shit isn’t a goddamn snarling dog.
And the fucker is moving fast, quietly, like he knows I just got home and is heading for the hills.
A blast of wind blows through, and I’m close enough to smell Lyla’s perfume on him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
When his heavy boots hit the asphalt, I’m close enough to blow a hole through his head or chest, so I cock my gun, making sure he hears it.
“What the fuck were you doing in my house?” I growl. “And if you want to live, don’t you dare say my baby daughter.”
Holding his arms up, knowing I’ve got the drop on him, the man slowly turns around to face me.
