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To be his girlfriend for everyone to see.
To hold his hand and smile up into his blue eyes.
To feel his arms come around me wherever we are.
He’s done nothing wrong, except being patient, waiting for the day he thought I’d be fine accepting us as a couple.
Lachlan is bull-headed and persuasive, but he’s walked away too.
All things end, I try to tell myself, as I walk into my dark bungalow, leaving the lights out.
I don’t deserve lights.
Don’t deserve to soak in a hot bath or wear my favorite PMS’ing PJs.
In between berating myself and eating a little dinner, I call my mom, talk to my brother, listening to his many life problems he seems to find on the daily and then I crawl into bed that smells like Lachie, to avoid any more depressing thoughts on how fucktacularly fast I’ve screwed things up for myself.
I suck and sucky, cowardly people don’t deserve nice things.
They definitely don’t deserve a guy like Lachlan Fierro.
I wonder which girl is deserving him right now…
C H A P T E R 20
Lachlan
“I don’t know, bro. Doesn’t sound like it’s worth it to me.” Theo says over video chat. I’m outside on the street waiting for my ride to come, pacing, with a head full of fuck. “Hook-up with someone new, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”
My feet grind me to a halt, and for a second I wish I could punch my hand through the screen and bloody Theo’s laughing face.
“What the hell? I’m not cheating on her, you dick.”
“Sounds to me like she dumped your ass.”
“Well, she didn’t. She’s scared is all. I care for this woman, T.”
“Fierro’s don’t quit.” He imparts to me as though I’m part of his football team. We used to kick around as kids, but I didn’t take to football like Theo did. He breathes that shit. I’d rather play with numbers. “So what you gonna do about it?”
I don’t know. I’m too pissed off to even think about it now.
As that, Kian screeches to a smooth halt at the curb and whistles through the open window. “Who is that?” Theo asks and I turn the phone around for him to see the sweet ride. He whistles, impressed. “I’ll catch you later, bro.” I tell him.
“You’re not joyriding with that fool, are you?”
“Yep.”
“You have sand for brains, Lachie. Kian MacNamara is a fucking lunatic.”
I’ve already slid myself into the low-slung sweet as fuck car.
Kian hears everything and cackles. “Thanks, man. Love you, too.”
“Don’t get my brother killed, you fuckboat. I know where you live.” Theo warns.
“He climbed in voluntarily. I’m driving Miss Daisy home.”
Just not right away.
