Page 21 of Her Demanding Biker
“No.”
Her tone wasn’t mad.
It was hurt.
When I looked into her eyes I saw tears.
Fuck me.
“Why you left me standing at the bus stop?”
“Honey-”
I knew it was the wrong thing to say when she tensed up.
“Why you ran away and left me behind.”
She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them.
It made her look smaller. Younger.
And made me feel even more like an ass.
“I hope it’s more than just being a chicken shit, Logan.”
Yeah.
I had no idea what her father had told her.
He had the advantage of time.
I was just the man who’d disappeared out of her life.
I nodded and sat back in my chair, hoping that she’d believe what I had to say.
I didn’t know if I could make up for everything that happened, but talking was a way to start.
“I had a choice. Leave you. Or your dad was going to send you to live with an aunt.”
I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew who I was talking about.
“He… he told you that?”Her voice wavered and her hands gripped the fabric of her dress. “Why?”
“You’d probably know more about your dad’s motives than I did.” It still hurt to think about it. “I told him I wanted to marry you. I was ready to do whatever he wanted to make that happen.”
I watched her listen to my words.
Watched them sink in.
I’d hurt her when I left.
“That… that wasn’t all, was it?”
She looked like she was young again, back then, when we’d met.
The pain she was feeling? He felt it, too.
“He had plans to convict me in a military court.”
