“She’s gone,” he calls. “Lexie took her home.”
I ignore him.
“Come on, man,” Miles calls. “Whatever you need to do can wait. She works at the ranch, after all. Have a drink with us.”
“I’m done drinking for the night.” I stride out the door of the bar and into the warm Montana summer air.
Chance drove us, so I’m walking. Where? No fucking clue. Does Carly live in town? Or does her family own one of the smaller ranches on the outskirts? She mentioned learning how to care for horses from her dad, so the family probably has some acreage.
I have no idea though.
I know nothing about this woman, and at the same time, I know everything about her. Everything she’s been through. If that Wolfe fucker weren’t dead, I’d track him down and kill him all over again.
And the worst part? I know I should have handled things with her differently. She’s better off without me. I’ll apologize and give her room. It’s a big ranch and that can easily be accomplished.
I’m not good enough for her. I’m not sticking around. I have one woman to worry about. My mom. Maybe I’m a dick, but it’s better now if she sees me that way. She can find a man who will treat her like a queen.
Yep, I sure dodged that gorgeous bullet.
Except…why does the idea of never seeing those green eyes light up or go hazy with passion again really piss me off? Why does the idea of some other man on the receiving end of those looks make me want to break some shit?
Maybe I didn’t dodge it after all. It sure feels like a bullet is lodged right in the center of my heart—in the shape of Carly Vance.