Page 9 of Memories of Us

My gaze fell to his full lips, which were moving. I cocked my head to the right and stared in an attempt to understand what he was saying.

The chatter of the people around us filtered back in, reminding me we weren't alone. “Huh?” I mumbled, finding my voice.

“It's you. I remember you,” Brenton said in a low, deep tone, almost like he was uncertain of his words. “What are you doing here?”

“The hell?” Ryder snarled, drawing our attention. “Her dad, the ranch foreman? Ring any bells?” Her grip tightened, cutting off the circulation to my fingers. “Beka, don't you have something to say to this bastard?”

“Beka,” he whispered, sounding like he was testing the name. Those green eyes found mine once again and widened in recognition. “No, not Beka. Beks.”

My old nickname pouring from his lips, in his voice, snapped the trance. “Remember me?” Chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, I pursed my lips and drew in a deep breath through my nose. “You asshole! Good to know you remember the girl you screwed over, the girl you almost....” Building tears threatened to expose the devastation his words caused. “You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you.”

Tears blurred my vision halfway through the room as I weaved toward the door. Behind me, he called my name, and Ryder yelled something in return. All eyes landed on me and followed the rest of the way out.

Great. Just want I needed, more attention to our drama. This was not the plan.

I didn't get my say, but at least this time I was the one doing the leaving.

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