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The man comes to a stop in front of her, stuffing his hands in his suit pocket. “Hi, babe.”
CHAPTER 36
THE TRUTH HURTS, DOESN’T IT?
Blair
This can’t be happening right now.
I feel the color drain from my face the moment we turned to see the car skidding to a stop in the middle of the road. Because I would know that car anywhere. Not only does it not belong in this town, but it belongs to the man who drove me to leave the city in the first place.
So what the hell is he doing here now?
“Hi, babe.” Theodore smirks.
It’s a devilish smirk plastered on his face, like he’s proud of the fact that he tracked me down.
“You lost the right to call me that a long time ago,” I snap back.
He shakes his head, and his grin only grows. He takes a few steps in my direction, and I want to back away. I don’t want this man near me. But I stay rooted where my feet are planted because I’m not the same person I was when I left. I’m stronger now and him being here doesn’t change that.
I feel Griffin’s eyes locked on me, but I refuse to face him.
Not that I don’t want to.
I just don’t want to see the pain written across his features.
“What is this?” Griffin asks. “Why is he here, Blair?”
I wince at hearing my name on his lips. It’s laced with concern, and I don’t blame him. I’ve assured him my past is in the past and that’s where it was intended to stay.
Except, it’s now standing in front of me.
I just had the most explosive moment with Griffin in the barn. One I didn’t expect would happen when he brought me out here, but it did. I had every intention of using this day to tell him that I plan on staying. Hell, the words were getting ready to leave my mouth. Lily told me it’s what I need to tell him to really allow him to open up to me.
But has he opened up to me already?
He told me he’s mine, and that I own him.
He told me so many claiming words back in the barn. Words that made me eager to tell him everything, including how I truly felt about him.
“Blair,” Griffin says, his tone louder to get my attention.
I turn to face him, and just as I suspected…pain.
“I’m sorry, Griffin. I need?—”
“Don’t,” he cuts me off with a raised hand before giving Theodore a once over. “I’ll give you two a minute.” Then turns back to me, emotions void on his face. “You know where to find me.”
Griffin moves to brush past me. I can’t even find it in me to give him one glance because it hurts that he’s probably thinking the worst. His knuckles brush mine at my side as he moves, and in the last second, he hooks a pinky finger with mine. So quick that if I moved, I would have missed it.
And then he’s gone.
Leaving me alone with my ex-husband.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I bite out, stomping toward him.
