Heels clicked, and heads turned. It was an effort not to cringe from the eyes that followed as she crossed the parking lot. It was expected. She was the talk of the town—maybe even the world.
Leaving Scotland had been hard, but Ivette had been left with no choice. She had already begun to miss everything. Cian’s family. Cian’s home. She hadn’t enough time to say goodbye to them but she had consoled herself with the knowledge that she would be returning soon. After she had fixed the mess she had started by running in the first place.
Falling into step by her side was Cian. Cian had blatantly refused to let her come out in public alone. He had stuck to her side since they got off the flight like she was honey and he were a bee. She hadn’t pushed any further. She didn’t think she could face
