Chapter 44The casual way he said it, like spending time with me was something he genuinely enjoyed rather than just tolerated, made warmth spread through my chest.Maybe lunch wouldn't be as awkward as I'd feared. Maybe we could just be siblings grabbing food together, like normal people did. Maybe I was overthinking everything."There's that new sandwich place down the street," I suggested. "Leah says their turkey club is amazing.""Sounds perfect," he said, then reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair away from my face.I froze, shocked by the intimate gesture. My eyes widened as I stared at him, wondering what he was doing, why he was touching me so tenderly when we I thought we'd keep things simple between us.His eyes locked with mine for a moment that stretched too long, his fingers lingering near my cheek before he slowly pulled his hand back."The hair was bothering you," he explained quietly.I was surprised again, because Tristan hardly ever explained himself. He us
Chapter 43Yup! Exactly what I needed to hear. That was a wake up call.Athena, you're his sister. "Yeah, I'm sure he won't." She nodded her head."You guys should talk it out when he comes" I stared at her with a smile."We will don't worry. Hope Kiara didn't miss me too much" I joked trying to get the conversation off me."Of course she did. You'll come around soon, right?""Yea I would" we both walked into my office catching out on the day before that I wasn't present.We walked together toward my office, catching up on the work I'd missed the day before. Leah filled me in on customer calls, parts orders, and the general chaos of running a busy garage. I was grateful she didn't ask why I'd been absent – maybe because I was technically her boss, or maybe because she could see I wasn't ready to talk about it.What would I have said anyway? Sorry I missed work because I'd nearly overdosed.I threw myself into paperwork, using the familiar routine as a shield against my racing though
Chapter 42"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, looking genuinely apologetic.I immediately turned my gaze away from him, staring at anything and everything except his face. The counter. The cabinets. The coffee maker. Anywhere but those eyes that had been looking at me so intensely last night."It's okay, just my reflexes," I said quickly, trying to sound normal and probably failing completely."How was your night?" he asked, and his voice sounded perfectly casual, like nothing had happened between us at all."Fine. Fine," I said way too quickly, trying to look busy with anything I could find.There was a pause, and then he asked, "What are you doing?"My heart stopped completely. This was it. He was going to bring up the kiss. He was going to ask me what the hell I thought I was doing yesterday. Or maybe say, what happened yesterday was inappropriate and that we needed to pretend it never happened. What was I supposed to say? That I'd temporarily lost my mind?I'm going to
Chapter 41Tristan didn't respond to my kiss. He just sat there like a statue, completely frozen. That's when the reality of what I'd done crashed over me like ice water.What am I doing?I jerked away from him as if his lips had burned me. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. That was a mistake," I blurted out, already scrambling to my feet."Ath..." he started, but I didn't stick around to hear whatever he was going to say. I bolted up the stairs like the house was on fire, taking the steps two at a time.I shut my bedroom door behind me with more force than necessary and leaned my back against it, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode right out of my chest."Oh my God! What did I just do? What have I done?" I covered my face with both hands, still unable to believe what had just happened.I'd kissed Tristan. On the lips. While he was telling me about losing his mate and unborn child. What kind of person does that?Nice one,
Chapter 40On a normal day, we would have laughed at his joke but right now, the raw honesty in his voice cut through me like a blade. That I had to press my lips together to keep myself from crying, from making this about my own guilt when he was finally opening up about his deepest wounds."Jess saved me," he said simply. "She helped me see that life could be more than the darkness I was drowning in. She was there when I needed someone most. She loved me, and I..." He paused, swallowing hard. "I loved her just as much."Something sharp lodged in my throat, making it hard to breathe. The tears I'd been fighting began building behind my eyes like storm, but I refused to let them fall. This wasn't about me. This was about honoring the woman who'd been there for him when his family couldn't be."After a year together, we got married."The words hits me like wave, sending ripples of realization through me. Four years ago. He'd already found love and made a commitment while I was still in
Chapter 39When we got home, the house felt different somehow, heavier with unspoken truths, charged with secrets about to be shared.So instead of heading upstairs to our separate rooms like we usually did, Tristan and I gravitated toward the living room.Tristan settled onto one end of the sectional couch, his long frame folding with that fluid grace he'd always possessed. I took the opposite end, tucking my legs beneath me and wrapping my arms around my knees like armor against whatever was coming.The silence stretched between us, not uncomfortable exactly, but weighted with anticipation. I could feel him gathering his thoughts, choosing his words carefully the way he always did when something truly mattered to him.My heart hammered against my ribs as I waited, because deep down I knew what this conversation would be about. The questions that had been eating at me since I'd learned about Jess, since I'd knelt beside her grave and felt the crushing weight of everything I hadn't k