By the time Savy put the van in park back at Bright Horizons, the sun was starting to set. It had been a long day. A long week. A long lifetime. And she was tired.
Charlie Matthews was home. For good. And because their timing was epically awful, she was the one leaving this time.
The only thing she wanted to do was curl up inside a set of strong arms, lay her head against a strong chest with a heart that beat just for her, and steal kisses at the underside of a chin with a five o’clock shadow. Too bad she just walked away from the only man who met all those descriptors.
For the first part of their lives, it had always been her leaving. Not that she"d had any choice. Her mother would inevitably get herself clean, get a gig featuring her and her daughters as backup singers, and scoop them
