Chapter Twenty-one
Holt
Fuck! I can’t believe I was so stupid.
FuckI shuffle Charity out of my bed and then take off to go find Joey.
I find her sitting on the beach with wet eyes and it guts me. I’m the one who caused her pain. And for what? We hadn’t defined our relationship, I hadn’t promised her anything, but monogamy was definitely implied and I hate that she thinks I slept with Charity. I wouldn’t do that to her.
When I approach, Joey’s head whips around to see who’s disturbed her. “Go away, Holt.” Her tone is firm, her voice raw from crying.
“Please let me explain,” I beg.
She rises to her feet and begins walking. “I don’t want to hear it.”
She starts walking down the beach at an impressive pace. I have to jog to keep up. “Joey.”
“I just want to be alone,” she calls ove
