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“I’m fine. Do you mind giving Mr. Hunt and me a chance to talk privately for a few minutes?” I ask, needing to hear all of this from his lips and not some piece of paper from a lawyer.
Brad nods, taking his leave and shutting the door behind him.
I expect one of us to say something the second the door closes, but we sit in silence, and I can't fight the awkwardness that surrounds us.
“Is this for real?” I break the silence first, touching the contract in front of me and realizing that I was being stupid by not listening to him sooner.
“I was going to tell you what my plan was the night everything fell apart, but Brad jumped the gun. I hadn’t even signed anything then, but apparently, he doesn't know how to keep his fucking mouth shut.”
I smile at the admission and wonder if I’ve caused both of us more heartache than necessary by ignoring him.“What does this mean? Is this your way of winning me back? Am I some kind of prize you get for doing a good deed?”
That sinking feeling returns as I wait for his answer. I expect him to answer right away, but he doesn't. Instead, he gets up from his seat and makes his way to where I'm sitting. He turns my chair to face him and kneels in front of me, taking my hands in his.
“Quinn, everything I have done these past two weeks has been for you. If you decide to never see me again and want nothing to do with me because I've ruined this between us, then so be it. I will still own the property, but I will make sure that someone else from my business deals with you and the pub.”
I tilt my head and furrow my brows because this is too good to be true.
“But I will say I hope to God I haven't ruined things between us because I'm falling in love with you, and I want to see where this thing goes. I miss you so much, Angel, and I can't seem to function without you talking to me. Just ask my brother. He's been annoyed with me for weeks, and I think he's on the brink of coming to beg you to take me back.”
I can't help the laughter that comes from my chest at his admission, and as much as I try to fight it, being with him is causing all my walls to come crumbling down around my feet.
“Have I ruined this?” he asks, his fingers tracing my jaw.
I close my eyes and shake my head.“No, I miss you, too,” I whisper.
He brings my face toward his and rests our foreheads together.
“I still haven't forgiven you yet, but I’m getting there,” I add with a smirk.
He chuckles softly as our eyes meet.“Fair enough.”
His eyes flick from my eyes to my lips, and at that moment, I decide to take the first step and lean in to give him the kiss we were both thinking about. The second our lips touch, I know I made the right decision. He might have gone about this whole thing in the wrong way, and I might have overreacted, but we figured it out, and we will continue to figure it out.
