Chapter 2
Frozen to the porch floor, I stared out into the darkness. Trying not to be ripped in half by my desire to call Vee back or to run after him and plant my fist right on his perfect, straight nose. I did none of it. Instead, I shook out my hands and fluttered my fingers in the air.
Had that just happened? Had my ex-fiancé showed up unannounced on my doorstep and said he’d made a mistake? Or had I passed out on the couch after half a glass of wine and dreamed all of it?
With sluggish steps, I walked back inside and didn’t stop until I was back in the den. I grabbed my glass and downed the rest of its contents and grimaced as the muscles in my cheeks pulled tight. Red wine was not meant to be chugged down.
I sat, but as soon as my ass made contact with the cushion, I bounced back
