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"Why didn't you?"
I shrug helplessly, my gaze watery. But it's a good question. Why did I freak out? "Because it felt like I was losing everything and had no say." My bottom lip quivers. "And maybe I felt like he was telling me that he didn't feel the same way I do." I swallow hard. "I'm so in love with him."
Caleb sighs. "Then I guess it's a good thing he's on the way here, isn't it?"
I blink at him. "What?"
My brother grimaces at me. "He's on the way."
"What? How? Why?"
"Because you're here," my brother murmurs as if that explains everything. And maybe it does.
Chapter Ten
Bastian
"I'm so mad atyou!" Haven yells, flinging a pen at my head as soon as I stumble into the winery, feeling like the goddamn world just imploded around me. "You were supposed to talk to her."
I sink into a chair, my legs numb. Is Constance coming back? Christ, she has to come back, right? The thought that she might not is terrifying.
"Bastian?" Haven says, her tone softer this time.
"She left," I mutter, scrubbing my hands down my face. "I…Christ, I fucked up and she left."
"What the fuck?" Jax stomps into the lobby from his office, scowling down at me. "What do you mean she left? Is she coming back?"
"I don't know."
Haven gasps.
Jax growls a curse.
"Fix it," Haven demands, stomping around the side of her desk to jab me in the chest with her finger. "I don't care what you have to do, but you have to fix it, Bastian."
"You think I don't know that?" I growl, glaring at her. "I can't fuckingbreathewithout her."
My cousin's expression softens. "Then why are you still sitting here?"
It's a good question. Why the fuck am I sitting here? I should be going after her. I should be begging on my knees for her to come back if that's what I have to do. If the social media manager position means that much to her, she can have it. I'll quit if that's what it takes to ensure I'm no longer her boss. Whatever I have to do to get her back here. Just…Ihaveto get her back here. There is no other option. Not one I can live with, anyway.
"I need to talk to your dads and Uncle Trevor," I mumble, wishing like hell I'd talked to them before I came to meet Constance. We wouldn't be in this position if I hadn't been so damn impatient to get to her, to get inside of her. But she asked me to meet her behind the winery, and that's what I was thinking about. Getting inside her is all I'm ever thinking about anymore.I figured I could make love to her and then iron out the rest of the details while she was in LA with her brother.
Clearly not because she drove away with tears rolling down her cheeks, and I'm not sure if she intends to come back.
Jax yanks his phone out of his pocket, stabbing the screen with enough force to let me know he's furious right now. I'm guessing everyone else will be too when they find out that she's gone. I'm not the only one who loves her, and I'm not the only one who needs her around here. Everyone has fallen head over heels for her. It's fucking impossible not to love her.
She's so full of life and passionate. She doesn't ever take any shit from anyone, and she meets everyone exactly where they are. That's rare here, real damn rare.
People always want shit from us. They always expect shit from us. Not Constance. She just accepts each of us for who we are. It doesn't matter if I'm an asshole or if Jax is an idiot or if we argue all fucking day long. She just goes with it, never asking us to be anything different or change a goddamn thing.
The phone rings twice before Uncle Eli's voice rumbles down the line. "What do you need, son? I'm trying to get your mom naked."
"Stop telling our children that, Eli Goodson!" Aunt Audrey shouts in the background.
"Jesus Christ," Jax mutters, grimacing down at the phone in his hands. "I agree with her. Stop telling me that shit."
Uncle Eli just laughs in response. "You called me. If you don't want the truth, stop interrupting my plans. What do you want?"
