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My mind raced with thoughts of how I could fix this, but the one thing she wanted…was the one thing I couldn’t give her.
I couldn’t let her go.
It was never going to happen.
But if I didn’t get a look from her soon that didn’t freeze the sun, I was going to go insane.
As I sat there in the guest room, bathed in the pale moonlight filtering through the window, I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I felt hopeless.
The following days were a relentless cycle of despair and determination. I woke up each morning with a pit in my stomach, knowing that Blake's frosty silence awaited me. But I still gave it my all. I made her favorite foods, I told all my favorite jokes…I even bought her a Maserati.
But nothing was breaking down those walls.
I found myself spending more time at the rink, throwing myself into practice with a feverish intensity. Hockey had always been my sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself in the game and forget about the world's troubles. But now, even the rink felt like a battleground.
Lincoln and Walker were worried about me. The Cobras had lost three games straight and we were about to head into a road series.
I was going to have to kidnap her at this rate to bring her with me.
I couldn’t concentrate during practice because I was checking my phone every five seconds, staring at cameras in the house, and in her car, worried today was the day she’d try to leave.
Of course, I would go get her, but still…the worry was there.
It was raining today, and I was walking the streets aimlessly, waiting for her to be done with a shoot she’d had that day. I wondered if she missed me at all while we were apart.
Because I was a lovesick fool who wanted nothing more than to be with my wife every fucking minute of my life.
And she didn’t even want to be my wife.
My phone buzzed.
Lincoln: Any progress?
Me: You mean, does she hate me less than yesterday? Doubtful…
Lincoln: You want those cuffs yet?
I hesitated over the keyboard…sometimes I really couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
But now was really not the time for jokes.
Lincoln: She’s going to forgive you. You guys are the real thing. She’ll remember that soon.
Me: You really believe that?
Lincoln: Pssh. I know that. And I know everything.
Me: Cocky.
Lincoln: Confident. There’s a difference.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket. But I did feel at least a tiny bit better. I would find a way to break through Blake's fortress, to make her see that I was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.
But for now, I would wait outside her building like the obsessedhusbandI was…
And wait to follow her home like a lunatic.
