Chapter 44
“Why?”
“I missed you.”
Three simple words that turned my world on end—like his knocks on my door—and I forgot how to breathe.
I didn’t want to believe him. I wanted to yell and scream and call him a liar, but the hand rubbing his thigh and picking at the expensive fabric of his pants was a persuasive argument in his favor.
“How did you find me?” I dug my claws into my anger, desperately trying to hold on and not let it slip away.
“I ran into your brother.”
My eyes grew so wide I feared they would fall out of their sockets. “Harrison told you where I live?”
He chuckled. “No, he read me the riot act and told me to fuck off.”