Emmett
Waves crashed on the sand as tide came in, and I sat on Castle Beach wondering how the hell I was going to get us out of this mess.
I love you, she had said.
My hands made fists, eager to call her, find her, pull her towards me and tangle my fingers into her soft hair, but she didn’t want that. She wanted space.
Right now, she was probably regretting having anything to do with me.
I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face.
She wasn’t going to give up her restaurant, I’d make sure of it. No f*****g way. It was the only thing she wanted. The Arbutus was everything to her, and she was everything to me, so there was no way in hell I’d be the reason she didn’t buy it. Not after what we’d been through to get here. Especially not after what she told me about her dad. I’d never do tha
