CHAPTER 9
CARTER
Everything Braden told me about Emma had me unsettled. Even the beer I guzzled down didn’t help. Grabbing another one, I headed outside and stood on the diving board to get a good view of the ocean. Braden said he could tell Emma was scared, but she tried to pretend otherwise when she showed everyone the letter. I wished like hell I was there.
The need to protect Emma heightened in my blood, demanding me to do something. But what? Emma wanted nothing to do with me. She left and we went our separate ways. Setting my beer down, I hung my head. Who the f**k was I kidding? We never went our separate ways; my mind constantly drifted to thoughts of her. No matter how hard I tried to forget, nothing worked. How long would I be able to fight it? I’d done it for four years now,
