“Maybe because I never had a home before.”
“And now you’re ready for a home?” If I sound skeptical, it’s because I am.
He sighs. “You don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
“You, Indigo Scott, are my home. Wherever you are, is where I want to be.”
I frown. “Be realistic. You can’t always be where I am.”
“I know. The kids at the school would find it mighty weird if I sat in the back of the class the whole day.”
I slap his thigh. “Stop making light of my concerns.”
He clears his throat. “I’m not trying to make light of your concerns. I’m trying to show you they’re not important.”
I scowl. “What I think isn’t important?”
“Of course, it’s important. And I will sit right here until my ass falls asleep listening to you, but you’re not hearing what I’m saying.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I want to make a home with you whether it’s here in Winter Falls or back in San Diego or in Timbuktu.”
“Mali isn’t exactly a safe place to live now.”
“Scratch Timbuktu.” He cradles my face in his hands. “Why are you scared?”
“I’m not scared.” I’m terrified. He wants to build a home with me? He’s a famous rockstar, I’m an elementary school teacher.
“Stop.”
I widen my eyes. “Stop what?”
“Stop trying to come up with an excuse to pull away from me.”
I blow out a breath. “It’s not excuses if they’re true.”
“Okay. Hit me.”
“Hit you?”
“With whatever bullshit you’ve come up with to convince yourself it won’t work between us.”
“It’s not bullshit. I was there. Your fans nearly caused a riot in Winter Falls.”
“And?”
“And you’re a famous rockstar. You dumped me to become a rockstar.”
His nostrils flare. “I did not dump you to become a rockstar. I thought we cleared this up already.”
I flinch. No, he didn’t dump me to become a rockstar. Mymotheris the reason he dumped me. But I don’t want to think about how the woman who birthed me doesn’t love me. Ignoring those problems for now.
“Okay. Fine. You didn’t dump me to become a rockstar.”
“But…”