Page 145 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

The scruff of his jaw tickles my palm as I cup his cheek. “I know.”

Leaning into my touch, he offers, “Let me drive you home. You don’t need to call Colt.”

“I already texted him. He’s on his way.”

“Blake––”

“It’s okay. I think this whole contract thing combined with the Kate scenario from earlier drained me more than I realized. I just want to go home and go to sleep.” I nod to myself. The idea sounds better and better the longer I let it settle. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

I turn toward the hall, but he grabs my wrist and spins me around until I’m facing him again. “When? When will we talk?”

I lick my lips, unsure what to say. “I-I don’t know. Later.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Are you coming to the next game?” he pushes.

I shake my head. “I can’t.”

“Blake––”

“The kids have an activity that day,” I explain. And it kills me. The pain in his eyes. The hurt. The distance I can feel growing between us with every passing second.

“Promise me we’re okay,” he growls.

My eyes flick to his. “We’re okay.”

“Okay.” With a sigh, he lets me go.

I head out of his room and down the hall, taking the stairs one at a time, and feeling…sluggish. Like I’m not even in full control over my own body right now, let alone my emotions or relationship. Once I reach the front door, I pull my jacket close around me, but it does shit to keep the evening chill from seeping into my bones like a sponge in ice water.

Colt’s truck is already parked in the driveway with Ash in the passenger seat. They must’ve been close by when I texted. Without another word, I climb inside and rest my head against the window.

Well, it’s official.

Today was shitty.

I hope tomorrow will be better.

48

BLAKELY

“So…you still pissed at Theo?” Colt asks. Ash invited him to watch The Bachelorette with us before their fancy date night, and the bastard brought ice cream, so I couldn’t exactly kick him out. Not that I wanted to. But seeing him being all sweet and adorable with Ash only made me miss Theo more, which I didn’t even think was possible.

“I’m not pissed at Theo,” I lie.

Actually, it isn’t a lie. I’m not pissed. I’m hurt that he kept something so important from me. There’s a difference. Don’t get me wrong. I’m trying to get over it. But it still takes time. I’m almost glad he’s helping Macklin with a few things at his cabin and can’t hang out tonight. And the fact I’m helping with the charity and missing Theo’s game tomorrow? Talk about a happy coincidence.

“So, you’re not pissed he kept the negotiations with the Rockies from you?” Colt pushes.

My lips flatten.

“Look, it was a dick move, but––”

“We’ve both been busy,” I interrupt. “But we’re fine. I’ll see him…later.”

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