Chapter Eight
Wade
I kicked the gentleman inside of me to the curb. I might be trying to be the bigger one here by insisting we talk, but it was getting us nowhere. Dani wouldn’t look at me. I lifted my hand, letting my fingers trail through the ends of her hair. A curly lock bounced free, and I let my thumb trace along the hard line of her jaw.
Dani’s eyes finally flicked to mine. I sensed she wanted to look away, but like me, she was too f*****g stubborn. There was a tiny kernel of anger still held tight inside me from never quite understanding why she walked away from us.
In that moment, the kernel cracked open, and I wanted to let her have it. But when I saw the vulnerability flickering in her gaze, my heart felt sliced wide open.
That was the thing with us—we had that long, wild
