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“I don’t know. What would you do?”
“I couldn’t tell ya. As you may have noticed, I can be a bit of a hothead.”
I chuckle, considering he just knocked Rhen on his ass.
“I likely wouldn’t be thinking straight and would demand answers. But I have a feeling I would end up wishing I had thought it through first.”
He’s telling me to sit on it for a minute.
To think before I react in a way I won’t be able to take back.
“Do you think your mom has heard what people are saying?”
“I don’t know. We’ve never discussed it.”
“Thank you for telling me.”
“I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”
“Me too.”
“C’mon, let’s get you home to Sawyer.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Angus
It’s been the longest three weeks of my life.
Twenty-one days ago, I had one of the best nights of my life and I know the precise moment the night held that significance.
The moment everything clicked for me.
I was chatting with Mia’s coworkers about Sawyer, and I could feel her watching me. When I turned to meet her gaze, she didn’t turn away. Instead, her eyes softened with the same wonder and appreciation I feel for her.
It was at that exact moment; I knew there was no way I could simply take her home when the party was over. Leaving her to go book our room made more sense than anything ever has. I needed to touch her again. Taste her again.
It was selfish on my part, of course I knew that. But we both wanted another night. Needed another night.
We made love all night long, falling asleep around dawn. Once again, I was wrapped up in heaven on earth.
Silence accompanied us as we dressed and walked hand in hand to my truck. But at breakfast, we both relaxed. Our conversation picked back up. Maybe it was because stopping to eat delayed the end of our time together and we were embracing what time we had.
Then Rhen cast a shadow over our table and dimmed the light in Mia’s eyes.
Should I have hit him?
Probably not.
Would I do it again?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
The last thing I wanted to do was tell her about the bullshit rumors that have been going around about her mom and the mayor for the last year or so. I’ve known Erin my entire life and refuse to believe what people say. But I could see Mia’s wheels turning as soon as the insult rolled off his damn tongue.
On the way to breakfast, my mind was working double time, trying to figure out what I wanted to say. How to tell her I wanted more than one more night. That I wanted all of her. But first, she needed to know. Everything.
Then the morning went to shit and the last thing she needed was me complicating our already complicated relationship.
