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Because maybe if I could understand why Marcus had turned, I’d be able to forgive my father for his crimes.
I was almost twenty-eight years old and wanted to be desired. For once in my life, I wanted to be pursued.
“Someday, years from now, I’m going to remember that time the gorgeous movie star kissed the hell out of me in my kitchen on my birthday.”
And any time I thought of Montana, I’d remember the woman with eyes bluer than the big sky. Or maybe I’d just think of her, no trigger needed. Maybe when it was time to go, there’d be no leaving her behind.
You’re stronger and better than your past. Choose the life you want and work your ass off to make it happen.
“Luke, huh?” A deep voice echoed in the night and I gasped. “Didn’t see that one coming.” I whirled around, searching in the dark for the voice I’d spent five months forgetting. Then he was there, standing on the porch of the house next door. The house that had been empty for months with a for-sale sign in the frozen yard. Shaw.
I was in Montana to fix my colossal fuckup and win back my girl. No more secrets. No more hiding. Presley was mine, and Luke had to go.
Presley was more important. Her happiness. Her dreams. Her love. I’d fallen in love with her. I’d fallen in love with her every time she’d told me no, sitting across from her at the Clifton Forge Garage.
“Goodbye, Shaw,” she whispered. I lifted a hand and pressed it to the cold glass. “See you tomorrow.” Never again would I tell Presley goodbye.
She was my anchor. She was my heart.
“Don’t say goodbye. I never want to hear it from you again.”
Time to lay it all out there. “Because I fell in love with you this summer.” I framed her face in my hands as she gasped. “Because you fell in love with me too. And because he’ll never kiss you like this.” Then I crushed my mouth to hers, hoping to erase every lick of Luke Rosen with every sweep of my tongue.
