Rian POV
I’m running through the busy village's cobblestone streets, trying to find some trace of my mate.
Taegan is right. I am a f*****g moron for the way I acted back there. I was so overcome by my own incompetence, thinking endlessly about how I failed her, and Taegan was again the one to come in and take control of what I could not. I was so wrapped in my self-pity that when I walked in the kitchen to find Rosie lying on Taegan’s lap, their postures intimate and cozy, all I saw was red.
She has years, most of her life's worth of affection for the man. Bailey has many pictures of the two of them hugging one another, or falling asleep cuddled together. Even as teenagers, up until our last visit to Miami, Rosie adamantly sought Taegan’s attention while scorning me and pushing me away
