Page 62 of Blue Moon

Chapter 27

Sawyer

One month later

I was back on the air show circuit. I hadn’t called Sol once. I was such an asshole. I hated myself. But it was better this way.

But not calling didn’t mean that I wasn’t thinking about her.

It was quite the opposite. I was a fucking mess. The only time I could concentrate was when I was in the air. But the second I touched down, all I could think about was Sol.

And she had been right—I did love her.

But it didn’t matter. We weren’t right for each other. She wanted a traditional life. To get married like her parents. Have kids. The dog and the picket fence. I didn’t want that. I wanted to travel. I needed to be free to fly.

I hadn’t even fucked anyone else. I had completely lost my game, not that I wanted to hook up. After having meaningful sex with Sol, my regular one-night stands just didn’t appeal to me.

But tonight, I was going to get back in the game.

We were in Michigan, one of my favorite stops on the tour.

And more importantly, I’d get to see Miss Cherry.

Five years ago, after Lila had been crowned Miss Cherry, we had holed up together for three wild nights. I hadn’t even been an Angel yet, but I had come that year to see the show when I was in town. Lila and I had been on fire. We barely came up for air. She was a wildcat. And our chemistry was off the chain.

She was just what I needed to get over Sol.

I texted Miss Cherry, and she met up with me at the hotel bar. She still looked amazing—long red hair with matching red lipstick.

“Hey, Sawyer. Don’t you look sexy? Did you miss me? I missed you.”

I cringed. No, I hadn’t. I missed Sol.

“Sit down. I ordered you a drink.”

She grabbed my thigh, but I pushed her hand off. What was wrong with me? I couldn’t even handle another woman touching me. I needed another drink.

“I’ll skip the drink. I’ll do tequila shots off your abs later. Why don’t we go back to the hotel now? I just want to suck your cock.”

Whoa. Normally, I’d be turned on by her aggression, but this time, it felt cheap. “What’s the rush? Let’s hang out a bit. How’ve you been?”

She rolled her eyes. “Dammit, Huck. I don’t have all night. I couldn’t find a sitter for my son, so he’s waiting in the lobby. So, let’s get on with it. We both know what we want.”

I recoiled from her, and a bitter taste pooled in my mouth. Her son? He was here? Waiting for her to fuck me so he could go home and go to sleep?

Oh my god. What am I doing? Who have I become?

My skin grew clammy, and I became disorientated like I’d done one too many flips in my plane. Instead of seeing Miss Cherry in front of me, I saw my mom.

What the fuck.

I snapped myself out of it. I needed to get out of here. Back to Sol. Beg her to take me back. She had been right about me. I was afraid.

And I did love her.

But first, I needed to do something.

“I want to meet your son.”