Semua Bab Rewrite Our Story: Best Friend's Brother Second Chance : Bab 51 - Bab 60

MARE - AGE NINETEENCADE BARELY LOOKS AT ME. With each minute that ticks by, I expect him to say something, but he doesn’t. He’s silent, and I’m so upset that he’d go to such great lengths to take me to the airport without planning to say a damn thing to me.Neither of us say a word.Not on the long drive to the airport.Not when he parks the car in the unloading zone.He doesn’t even look at me until he’s handing me one of my suitcases.I’ve had two days to get angry. I’ve had two hours to get angrier and angrier.How dare he downplay us? How dare he pretend that we weren’t happy together a week ago?How dare he let me leave without even fighting for me—for us.“So that’s it, huh?” My words are angry and untamed. He’s given me a long time to think about what I want to say to him, and I won’t hold back.Clearly he has no intention of fighting for us, so I might as well say everything I’m feeling. I might as well get every single thing off my chest.“Don’t do this.” His voice is rough.

I can’t look away. It’s the size of my thumb and nestled so far down his hip that it wouldn’t be noticeable unless he points it out or he’s naked. It must’ve been too dark for me to see last night, and there was too much heated passion happening in the tack room for me to pay any attention.“When?”He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. The look on his face is so loving that it takes my breath away. Everything about this moment has me reeling. The longer I spend in Sutten and the more time I spend with Cade, the more I realize how different things really were from what I believed at nineteen.“I got it about a month after you left. To be honest, I wasn’t in a good place. I kept telling myself I did what was best for you, but I was so fucking lost after you left. For the first time in my life, I didn’t have you. It hit me hard and all at once that I didn’t know how to live without you.”My eyes burn with unshed tears from the reminder of how unbelievably hard that time of my

She sighs. “After you ran off, which I’m assuming now that I’m thinking about it had to do with my brother, I was still ready to party. I was having fun, despite everything that’s happened recently. So I bought the table a pitcher of beer, and on my way to bring it to the table, I accidentally ran into some guy who was wearing fucking slacks to Slopes. Like who does that?”“Yeah, that’s unusual.” I laugh. Due to its touristy nature, most people go to Slopes dressed up in full country attire. The corny kind of country type of outfits that locals never actually wear. What isn’t typical in Slopes is people wearing business attire.“So I accidentally ran into him, and I apologized because beer did get everywhere. His button up was soaked, but it was an accident.”“And he was a dick about it?”Pippa whistles. “He was more than a dick about it. I tried buying him a new shirt because I felt so bad and was wondering if he was just having a bad night. He was still an enormous dick after the ne

The gravel crunches underneath my boots as I climb the driveway. I can’t hear her, but my eyes land on Mare in the open floor plan almost as soon as I walk in.It’s a lot easier to see the details of the house in the daylight. My headlights could only illuminate so much the other night, but now with the sun shining high above us, everything can be seen.I stop in the kitchen, watching Mare trail her hand over the framing of the living room. She lets her eyes travel the space slowly, like she doesn’t want to forget a single detail of the house.My heartbeat picks up when she takes a step closer to the kitchen. Soon she’ll be close to the nook she’d always told me she dreamt about.Soon, the real reason I brought her here in the first place will come into view.51MARE - PRESENTWHEN CADE BROUGHT me to this house the other day, I wasn’t ready to see it. My heart couldn’t take knowing he’d been here in Sutten building a life for himself—a life he hoped I’d be in—while I was miles and mil

“Cade Jasper Jennings, do as you're told and read this book. I’m going to book you a flight for the morning because I can tell you after reading what she’s written, you’ll want a flight. You can go or refuse, and I promise to not say another word about it either way. But I’ll only make that promise if you promise me to read the book.”“I don’t know if I can.” My voice breaks. I’d be embarrassed if it was anyone but my mom sitting next to me.“You can and you will,” Mom says, her voice assured. She places the book back in my lap.“I don’t want to steal your copy,” I say as one last pathetic excuse.Mom smiles. “I bought all the ones for sale at Bluebird Books. I’ve got some to spare.”Unable to find another argument other than the fact I’m terrified at what I’ll find between the pages of this book, I concede and tuck it to my chest.“Bring our Marigold home,” Mom says, her voice hopeful. She leaves me alone with my thoughts, the Colorado night, and the book.Sighing, I open it, anxious