28
Lark
“Ugh,” I grumbled. “Maybe he won’t see me.”
“Why? What happened between y’all?” Sam asked.
I shook my head. “f**k, he just saw me.” I shot Sam a pained expression. “I’ll tell you about it later. But first, keep me from killing him.”
“That serious?”
“Please.”
“All right. I’ll do my best,” he said warily.
I didn’t blame him for being wary. Every time I saw Thomas, I felt like I’d been mowed over. And I hadn’t seen him in a while. I’d thought it was a sign of good fortune. Then here he was, at the Kensington Cottage. He had to have at least guessed that I might be here. Had he come to purposely torture me?
And there he went…walking toward me. As if he were drawn to the one person who least wanted to see him.
Of course there was a woman on his arm. Or maybe a girl. She looked
