Chapter 28
“Hey Vicki. Is Peyton here?” he asked like he was there to get me for a date.
“She doesn’t want to see you,” my sister defended. I could imagine her with her arms crossed and the pissed off expression on her face.
“I need to talk to her,” Wyatt begged, his voice rising.
I had no interest in talking to him, but I really wanted to see him. I hated myself for it. He tore my heart out. And I didn’t owe him anything. But dammit I missed him.
“She has nothing to say to you. You need to leave.”
I peeked around the corner, desperate for a glimpse. He ran his hand through his hair, the dark strands sticking up like he’d been doing it all day. His eyes were sunken and his shirt was not pressed and perfect like Wyatt always was.
Good. He deserved a little pain for what he put me thr
