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If he’d just get off the damn airplane.

C’mon. C’mon.

Something bright explodes in my chest when he finally,finally, ducks through the opening into the midday sun, his searching eyes landing on me.

Two things happen at once and both have my heart leaping to my throat.

First, I register the black eye.

And second …

He blanches.

Then a third that absolutely blindsides me.

He steps back when I advance.

“Mac …”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Mac

He croaks my namelike a plea that nearly breaks me and that’s when I know.

Tipping my chin in a weak greeting, the strap of my duffel digs into my already fucked palm with how hard I grip it, and I force myself to step around him.

Give him a wide berth.

Square my shoulders and hope that he gets the message.

He’s the one that chose this for us. Placated me by sending messages and voice memos. Kept me on his hook with his texted thoughts and random pictures.

All while I have loved him from afar.

I can’t fake it anymore.

Seeing him now … wanting him still … it only proves that I will nevernothave feelings for the man that didn’t choose me.

“Vida,” he growls out and grips my elbow, spinning me away from my disappearing bandmates until I’m crashing into his fluttering chest.

Our eyes collide and it takes every ounce of me to keep from crumbling. To keep my gaze hard and my body tense.

“Gimme three days,” he mutters, those navy blues of his swirling with so much depth that I might get lost in them. “Please.”

Chapter Forty

Jordan

“For what?” he whispersand my pulse hammers.

“For—just—”

The words stick to my tongue, thick and life changing.

WhatamI asking for?

Could it be that simple?

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