Chapter Eighteen
How could he let her go? He lifted his hand to the bartender and gestured for another beer. He understood what Chris had said to him, and he felt terrible for how she’d been treated in this mess, but he wanted her to want him.
It was during the lonely drive back to his hotel that he realized Chris did care, and she did want him. She’d just been hurt so badly that she was afraid to take a chance. He understood that kind of hurt on some level, but he was also trying to figure out a way to convince her and show her that he really cared. Did he love her? He could, it was there between them. It hurt, knowing that he had finally found the right one for him but that his own twisted mistakes were responsible for the roadblock between them.
He took the bottle of beer set in fron
