Page 5 of Unbreak My Heart

To simply … forget.

To forget that wanting a child so badly had caused him to lose both Amyandthe new little life that had been growing inside her.

The new drinks appeared before him and he paid, then glanced around the room, twirling the glass nearest to him around on its coaster.

Forgetting would be the biggest blessing he could ever ask for.

*

Evangeline Adams glancedagain at the cute guy sitting all alone in the corner.

A desolate air seeped from him, seeming to stain the air around him. She hadn’t wanted to come out tonight, but her best friend, Sam, had nagged until she’d given in. Sam’s new boyfriend was in town tonight and wanted to catch up with her, and Sam hadn’t wanted to wait at the nightclub by herself.

The pair had gone off on their own over half an hour ago, fully expecting Eva to have left too, but she hadn’t been able to, hadn’t been able to stop looking at the guy who seemed to have the weight of the world sitting on those very nice, impressively wide shoulders.

Thick, messy, slightly shaggy black hair framed a handsome, but not excessively pretty, face. Not like some of the guys on the hunt in here tonight, manscaped within an inch of their lives, all coiffed and buffed and shiny, as if they’d popped out of the same cookie-cutter machine that dispensed pretty boys.

She almost laughed aloud. Boys, they were. Heck, none of them could’ve been over twenty-five.

But him… He was definitely older. And he wasn’t ogling the younger women who strutted around on the dance floor with their tiny little dresses and miniskirts.

Smiling to herself, she admitted she would’ve been one of them ten years ago. And all glory to them. They looked great. But her life had moved past that now, to a day filled with her career that was just taking off, and her nights with her gorgeous little man about the house—her two-year-old son.

Who was currently at home, tucked up in bed, with his grandmother sitting reading a book on the lounge.

She’d only expected to be out for an hour, at most.

Sit with Sam, wait for the new guy to show, then scoot back home. That had been the plan.

Her mother had messaged her to tell her to stay out, to have some fun since she was home with Matty anyway. Eva had been about to message her back to decline when she’d spotted Mr Dark and Gloomy in the corner, and every sense had gone into overdrive.

Firstly, curiosity at the guy sitting all alone in a corner. A guy who, though not manscaped, was dressed neatly, even if a bit underdressed for the upmarket place they were in, and looked clean.

Then he’d looked up, as if seeing straight through her.

Her heart hadclunked. Had almost stopped beating, then sped up so fast she was worried she was having palpitations.

She couldn’t tell his eye colour—he was too far away and the lighting too dim—but they still arrested her, made her ache to hear his story.

And he would have one. No guy sat alone, on Valentine’s Day, in a room full of hot young things looking to hook up, and… ignored them. Regardless of whether it was men or women he was into, there were plenty of both on the prowl.

But his face …

The more she looked at him, the more attractive she found him. He was tall; she could tell that even with him sitting down. Lean, but toned. Not one of those gym-junkie types who got all buff to hook a girl. No, he looked like it was his occupation that had given him that strong, toned body that she could tell was hiding beneath his jeans and fitted button-up shirt.

A dark whisper of stubble hugged his jawline, and, even though she didn’t know him, it didn’t appear to be artifice. More like he had just forgotten, or didn’t care, to shave daily.

Nice.

Toonice, if she was honest.

She hadn’t felt any kind of attraction to anyone since her husband had walked out over two years ago. She certainly hadn’texpected to feel something this strong just by looking at a guy across a now-crowded dance floor. It felt like the worst kind of cliché.

She looked back at her half-drunk wine, grabbing it along with her courage, then shoved those niggling nerves deep, slipped off the barstool and headed around the edge of the dance floor, straight for him.

Stopping in front of his table, she waited until he looked up at her.

Blue-grey.

---