Forty
Karrie
God, he looked beautiful.
I took him in head to toe, my heart telling me how much I’d missed him, but I kept my expression purposefully blank.
“Still holding up walls?” I asked, moving close, but not too close.
“Still dressing for comfort, not style?” he teased.
“Always.”
Ridge pushed off the wall and stood before me.
“You look amazing,” he said, sounding totally sincere.
“Stop,” I whispered, because, honestly, I couldn’t handle sweet Ridge.
“I’m sorry, so f*****g sorry, Karrie. I overreacted and lashed out with anger when I should have talked to you. Hell, if I hadn’t acted like a titty baby and come out to breakfast rather than storming off to the bedroom, this whole s**t show would have been avoided.”
“This is true,” I replied, trying so hard not to cave and laun
