I’m an i***t. I’m self-aware enough to know that. But it doesn’t make the way Isabel treated me at the diner any easier to swallow. She deserves better than me, but I’m what she’s got. You can’t fight against the mate instinct. It’s uncontrollable, and once that connection is established, it’s nearly impossible to break. So basically, we’re stuck with each other whether we like it or not. I like it. I like her. But I get the feeling she’s cooling on me. If I don’t get my act together, I’m going to lose her. And after everything else I’ve lost, I’m not sure I can handle that. The note I left said to meet me at the edge of the woods near her house at midnight. I know she read the note before she ripped it up. I hope she comes. Every twig snapped and leaf crushed has my heart raci