Chapter Twenty-Three
Dawson
My wrist and hand throbbed with a dull, beating pain. Beyond being flat pissed off at myself for being so f*****g stupid as to reach under my porch in the darkness, the only thing I could think about was Evie.
The moment I’d seen her come running up the path, my emotions slammed into each other, pressing tight together before expanding abruptly. I’d been doing my damnedest and working like a wild man to avoid her.
Seeing her had split all the feelings I’d been trying to hold at bay wide open again. Her concerned gaze, the feel of her hand curled around my elbow, the arch of her brow, the curve of her lips—all the small things that made me miss her so f*****g much.
I just got bit by a snake and didn’t even care. My head was pounding, and I was exhausted. I h
