There he was. The man who broke my heart standing right in front of me after all these months.
I stepped out of the bookstore after my shift and froze. Dylan stood across the street, eyes locked on me. His face showed shock, pain, and something darker. Hunger. My hand instinctively went to my rounded belly as our eyes met. He looked exactly the same. Tall, powerful, devastatingly handsome. But his eyes were different now. Wilder.
“Ivy,” he said, voice rough as he crossed the street toward me.
I turned and started walking fast in the opposite direction. My heart hammered against my ribs. “Leave me alone, Dylan. I don’t want to see you.”
He caught up easily, his long strides matching mine. “You think you can just disappear with my child and I won’t come after you? Stop running from me.”
