Chapter 4
“Tell me what you want me to say,” Noah said when I walked out the front door a couple of days later. “I don’t know what I said, but—”
“Nothing.” I stepped around him.
“Bullshit.” He stayed at my side as I walked to my car. “You ignore my calls. You haven’t come by at all . . . So what did I do this time to piss you off?”
“Let it go, Noah.”
“Is it someone else?” Noah stepped in front of me, forcing me to back up or shove him aside. I backed up. I wasn’t ready or willing to touch him even casually. I had self-control in most things, but Noah was a bad habit. Resisting him wasn’t easy, even now.
“It’s not someone else,” I told him, even as the thought of Alamo flitted through my mind. Alamo wasn’t why I left Noah. I’d not even met him when I walked out on Noah, but I knew tha
