Page 13 of Blindsided By Fake Love

I slow down to watch the vehicle. A man in a suit gets out of the driver’s side, while a woman with long, curly auburn hair gets out of the passenger side. I see the curve of her face, and I pull over onto the side of the road.

Doing a double take, I glance in the rearview mirror, confirming who I thought I saw. A slow smirk slides across my face, and I shake my head quietly, chuckling at the way things seem to be unfolding.

If that’s who I think it is, then her veterinary clinic is right around the corner from where I live.

I put the car in park. When I’m positive the woman I’m watching is Kit, I get out and call her name.

She’s too absorbed in her conversation with the driver and she doesn’t hear me. I pick up my pace and start lightly jogging toward her.

The smile on her face as she chuckles at something the driver says makes my gut knot and my insides twist.

He gets into the car and drives off. As she walks up the stairs, I call out again, louder this time. “Kit! Hey, wait up!”

Her forehead pulls together as she turns around, trying to find where the voice is coming from.

“Over here,” I shout, waving at her from the same side of the street she’s on.

When her eyes finally find mine, my breath is dragged from my lungs. And for a moment, I can’t breathe.

I’m not letting her go this time.

Chapter Six

Kit

“Thankyou!”Iwaveto my driver, Neal, as he gets in the car and pulls away.

“Kit!”

“Great!” I mutter, dragging my luggage up the stairs. “Now I’m hearing Beau’s voice in my head.”

When the voice calls out again, I pause. My brows furrow as I scan the block to see if there actually issomeonecalling my name. I spot a man waving at me, a grin on his face.

A man who resembles Beau Matthews.

Missing a step, I fall backward. Panicking, I try to catch myself but fail.

I’m going down.

Instead of hitting concrete, I’m lifted by a warm, hard body. It’s as solid as concrete but much softer. And warm. That sense of safety is back.

When I shift my gaze, I find a pair of gray eyes smiling at me. They’re crinkled at the corner and filled with a hint of amusement.

The same shade of gray I woke up to this morning.

“Whoa. Careful.” His deep voice has nearly the same effect on my body as being pressed against him. I take a few breaths to slow my heart rate, praying he can’t feel it trying to pummel its way through my ribcage.

It’s a good thing I’m in his arms because I’m pretty sure my legs wouldn’t be able to support me if I were standing.

“Maybe I should carry you over the threshold.” He waggles his brows at me. “I seem to remember something about it being a tradition for newlyweds.”

When my eyes pop, a smile splits his face. Gently placing me back on the step, he makes sure I’m steady before slowly moving his arm from my waist. He hesitates for a second before his fingers follow. The air crackles, stealing my breath with it. I swallow hard and swear I catch his gaze flick to my mouth.

Just then, my brain starts working again. My ‘husband’ is standing in front of me. In Starhaven.

“What are you doing here?” I narrow my eyes and step back, bumping into the stair behind me and nearly falling in the other direction. Beau places a hand on my arm and steadies me. His eyes cloud over at my sudden movement. “Are you stalking me?”

“Am I what?” He asks, brows pulling together. I sheepishly shrug my right shoulder. His mouth drops open before he throws his head back and laughs.

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