31 CHARLOTTEThe wind whipped my hair over my face as I called for Luke again, but he didn’t stop walking. In fact, he didn’t even bother to turn around.
Part of me wanted to run the other way. Admit defeat and accept that I’d done this to myself and deserved whatever happened next. But the other part was so damned mad at him that nothing else mattered anymore.
Whatever happened, he needed to hear the truth from my lips. If he still hated me, so be it. At least I could go on and try to piece some semblance of a life together with no regrets.
I took one step forward, then stopped as a big blue truck rolled into the parking area and stopped next to my sedan. Duke climbed from the driver’s seat and blinked at me, although he seemed much less surprised to see me than his brother had.
“What’
