Chapter 12
I was a glutton for punishment. There was no other way around it. Standing on Briella’s doorstep Saturday afternoon, the only excuse was I’d gone insane.
I had to fix things with her. Micah was probably right, and it was best if I just left it all alone, but I didn’t feel right about that. I didn’t want Briella to think she was just another meaningless f**k for me. I liked her. I wasn’t planning our wedding, but she was a good person. Someone I thought of as a friend.
I knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. When a full minute went by, I knocked again and rang the bell. Her SUV was parked out front so I knew she was home.
Fast footsteps raced toward the door then stopped at a muffled voice on the other side of the door. Another voice, closer, called out a second b
