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“I could have done that.”
“It’s fine.” She looks toward her house. “Thank you for the ri—”
She tries to walk past me, but I corner her against the truck, my hand slipping under her chin as I lift her head up so her eyes meet mine, those pretty pink lips parting in surprise.
Screw it.
Leaning down, I press my mouth against hers. Rebecca’spalm lands on my chest. I can feel her uncertainty there for a moment before her fingers grip my shirt, pulling me closer. I nip at her lip, my tongue slipping into her mouth. My body hums in agreement, blood pumping through my veins. The need to be closer to her, to explore every inch of her body and hear her call out my name, is overwhelming, but I force myself to take a step back.
“The. Only. One.”
Rebecca blinks her eyes open, a confused expression flashing on her face. “Huh?”
“Gonzales is full of shit, but what he said is true. There is a reason my teammates call me Monk. I don’t go out. I don’t party. I don’t drink. I don’t do hookups. There hasn’t been anyone else. Not one single person since you walked out of my life three years ago.”
Lifting her chin, I rub my thumb over her lower lip one last time. Then, although it physically pains me, I force myself to drop my hand and take a step back.
“I’ll see you later, Red.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
REBECCA
“Thanks for picking me up,” I say in a way of greeting as I slide into Kate’s SUV.
“What happened to your car?”
“Alternator. I think?”
Kate glances at me as she starts driving. “You don’t know?”
“I wasn’t the one who took the car to the shop.”
Her brows draw together at my confession. “You didn’t? Then, who did?”
The image of Miguel flashes in my mind. Those calloused fingers cupping my cheek as his brown eyes stared into mine so intently, I could have sworn he could see to the very bottom of my soul. Even just thinking about it makes my stomach squeeze tightly.
I don’t go out. I don’t party. I don’t drink. I don’t do hookups. There hasn’t been anyone else. Not one single person since you walked out of my life three years ago.
Was he telling the truth? And if so, did it change anything? Did I want it to change anything?
After everything that was revealed in the last few days, I didn’t know what to think about this whole situation between the two of us.
Did I overreact back then? Should I have stayed and listened? Would I have listened if he had tried harder to explain what had happened?
Did it even matter?
It’s been three years. Three long years since we broke up. Was there even a point of thinking about the what-ifs?
Three years, and yet, you jumped into his arms the first chance you got,a little voice reminds me.
“Becky?”
I blink, Kate’s curious face coming into focus. “I…” I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, looking out the window, and lie, “Chase. He’s been driving me around, too.”
At least, that last part was true.
Partially.
