Chapter 21
He stepped out from behind a tall display and I wondered how I didn’t notice him hiding there. My eyes drank him in from his dark jeans to his black Henley to the dark circles under his eyes that I knew were there because of Freddie.
The funeral was that morning.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I don’t think I can do this.”
I turned to leave but he was faster than me. Noah was behind the counter and blocking my exit to the back. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I just stared at his shoes.
“Look at me, Tara,” he commanded me softly. His voice was smooth and rich and sounded like coming home. God, how I wanted to just burrow into his arms and let him make it all better.
I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. It didn’t stop the tears from leaking out. I didn’t know what he was doing
