Chapter 28
VIOLET
Christmas Eve
Le Petite Pony has a few people, but Heath isn’t one of them. After our taxi cab took us to his apartment, I found it empty. Scouring the city, looking for him, my phone deader than dead, I, at last, land on the local bar we can’t stop coming to.
The one we’d been in the night we first met.
On Christmas Eve, the streets are scarily quiet. The snow has shuttled everyone inside and as I stroll towards the back space of the bar, my eyes scanning for Heath, they land on something—someone—I never thought would be here.
His blue eyes and blond hair are a dead giveaway.
“Hi, beautiful.”
My heart drops at the sound of his voice. f**k.
I wrap my hair in a quick twisted top bun, crossing the length of the bar. Running my fingers over my hips, I try to rub the
