Page 117 of Catch and Release

And hope.

Hope that maybe there was some sort of explanation. Some reason why a woman she didn’t know was comforting a man she’d fallen in love with.

But then, the brunette looked up at her.

Smirked.

Squeezed Shawn’s hand.

Whispered in his ear.

Willa’s breath caught.

Shawn looked up, eyes bloodshot.

And she couldn’t take it anymore.

Turning on her heel, she ran back down the hallway where she came. It felt like she was standing in front of Chadwick’s all over again, watching a man she trusted share an intimate moment with someone who wasn’t her.

“Willa, wait!”

The tears were pouring now.

She wanted to throw up.

Willa knew—most of her really knew—that Shawn wasn’t Leo.

But she couldn’t stop running.

Not when it felt the same.

Not when it felt even worse.

“WILLA,” Shawn was shouting now. “STOP, PLEASE!”

She choked on a sob and kept running.

Shawn had no other thoughts besides explaining himself to Willa.

When Hanna whispered in his ear, “I think your girl’s here,” part of him couldn’t believe it.

He looked up, and there she was.

Utter perfection.

Then, he saw her face crumple a split second before she turned around and ran. And he realized what she was looking at—him with another woman. A woman she didn’t know, in a scene that probably threw her back to those months ago when she found that scumbag of a boyfriend with his wife.

He muttered an expletive under his breath before chasing after her.

They were causing a scene, but he didn’t care.

He needed Willa.

And he needed her to understand.

He was on her heels now, so he shouted her name again, then added,” That’s my best friend’s wife!”

She slowed.

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