Marybeth
I didn’t move when I saw him. For a second, I thought about pretending I hadn’t. Going inside. Locking the door. Ending it before it started. But Rowan didn’t slow down. And something in the way he walked … too fast, too sharp … told me he wasn’t here to be ignored.
“Marybeth.” My name hit the cold air like a challenge. I didn’t step back. In case he had forgotten … I was no longer that young girl he used to know.
“What do you want?” I fought the urge to growl at him. He stopped a few feet away. Close enough that I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his control was already fraying at the edges.
“I saw you,” he said.
“Yes,” I replied. “And?”
“With him.” He spat the last word as if it was poison.
“And?” I repeated, folding my arms.
“And you think that’s a solution?”
