Page 155 of Finding Hope

“He treats you well?”

“Yeah, Luc. He’s a good guy.”

Scooting along the bench seat that Marc built forever ago, Luc settles close beside me and throws an arm around my shoulders. Pulling me close until my face rests on his chest and his lips in my hair, he holds me together and doesn’t mention the sob that escapes my throat.

“I like him, Britt. I always did. I’ve known him a long time. Before…” he coughs awkwardly, “you know. And after. The time he was fucking around with girls, that wasn’t him.”

“I know.”

“You like him?”

Nodding, I close my eyes and squeeze a lone tear past my lashes. “Tell you a secret, Luc?”

He kisses my brow. “Sure.”

“Promise not to tell anyone? Not the girls, not the guys.”

“Are you in danger?”

Only my heart.“Nah.”

“You break the law?”

“If I did, you’d be right up there on my list of people to call. You’d help me hide the body.”

He laughs into my hair. “True. Keep me on speed dial, just in case.”

I nod.

“Tell me your secret, babe. I won’t tell a soul.”

I sigh and burrow against his large chest. “I love him.”

33

JACK

INSECURE

“Jack.” Kit steps into the doorway and slams her palm down on my chest.

I’ve had enough of this, enough waiting, enough of her ignoring my calls.

I have no fucking idea what the problem is, and the fact she asked Bobby to stop me, the fact hedidstop me, has my heart splintering in my chest in a way I experienced far too often last year.

I don’t know why she’s running. I have no fucking clue what’s wrong.

I know she’s home and safe – thanks to fuckface Alex taking my call – but that’s just not enough.

I love her!

I was without her for over a week. I thought we were good. She waited in my bed last night, she waited here for me, but this morning she runs.

What the actual fuck?

“Jack.” Kit tries to push me back. I don’t move a damn step. “You need to take a breath.”

“No. You need to get out of my way.”

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