Cameron She was coming back. She had to, because if she didn't, I was going after her. There was no way I would let her go. Not with that guy. Not with any guy. Not yet. Not ever. Did she expect me to let her go? She probably did. She probably thought I had let her go completely when I left town. And for a while I had fooled myself that I did. That I could. I thought I was doing fine, it was easier to think I was when I couldn't see her, but one look at her that day at Rick's office and all thoughts about letting her go went out the window. Being with me might complicate her life more than it was already. She was already struggling, I could see that as clear as day. But I was selfish. I was greedy. I wanted her. I wanted her back with me. I wanted her anger, her annoyance, her mean streak. Every fucking thing I could get. I was weak when it came to her. I realized that now. Fighting it just made me a miserable son of a bitch. I had no reason to believe that she would come back to me. I had given her every reason to stay away, but something inside me... yearned for her. I stood in the middle of the yard, like a stupid motherfucker, waiting. Waiting for her. And hell... she said she never went out with guys. Who was that guy who picked her up? What was wrong with her car? She had a damn auto shop. What did she need a ride for? She could just ask me. I fisted my hands, feeling the bite of my nails against my palms. She had to come back. I had sworn I wouldn't wait for anyone, but she made me break that promise I had given myself. I could feel the sting of the wind on my skin, but I was burning up. If she wasn't going to come back, I would come after her. I can't let her go. I fucking tried. I was just going to hop into my truck and chase after her when I saw the white Jeep pull up in the yard. My chest felt tight as I watched her shot out of the vehicle, marched her way to me. Kara. My Kara. The tightness loosened up a bit. She was mad as hell. Her face was flushed, her mouth in a tight, straight line. The fire in those hazel eyes—those eyes that starred in my dreams every night—as they homed in on me raced through me like an electric shock. She came back. For me. There had never been any woman who looked as captivating to me as she did in that moment. I could not take my eyes off her. I might have destroyed whatever trust had been building between us when I left. But I was here now, and I was here to get her back whatever it took. She parked her long legs in front of me. She was breathing hard and it wasn't because of the distance she walked. It was her anger towards me. I'd take it. I'd take anything. She raised her chin defiantly and looked down her nose at me. She couldn't hide her emotions if she tried. Somehow it always came out—whatever she was feeling, whatever she was thinking. Why couldn't I get enough of it? "Give me a reason why I should stay here with you," she demanded. I looked at her. And I told her the truth. "I miss you," I whispered. "I miss you so much it's driving me fucking crazy." Her eyes softened, but she didn't move. I knew it was going to be hard convincing her to be with me again. I expected it, but I wasn't going to give up easily. Not this time. "Let me fix it," I said, but it was a plea. My voice sounded gruff to my ears. She just looked at me, not saying anything. It started to scare me. Was she going back to that guy? Was he the guy who was texting and calling her? Over my dead fucking body. I held out my hand to her. "Will you take my hand?" I said softly. "Kara?" I saw her take a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment. And when she opened them, she looked at me with decisiveness in them. And placed her hand in mine. I almost dropped to my fucking knees. "Last chance, Cameron," she whispered. "I'll take it," I whispered back. We were on the road a moment later. I insisted we used my company truck. It was a little cold outside, so we had the windows closed. I was driving over a hundred kilometers an hour, towards the one place no one knew I had. If there was anyone I wanted to show it to, it would be her. She faced the window, not giving me a glimpse of her lovely face. She was still mad at me. I couldn't blame her. I hadn't answered any of her questions. Not yet. "Where are we going?" she finally asked. And still she wouldn't look at me. "You said you barely know me," I started. Now she faced me. I wished I could park us somewhere, so I could just hold her face in my hands, feel her skin, and just look at her. Touch her. Kiss her. Taste her. "So I'll take you to a place that's important to me," I finished. She looked intrigued. Good. But she turned away from me and faced the window again. There was a tightness in my chest at her dismissal of me, as if she was no longer interested. But I couldn't focus on that. She was here with me. That was all that mattered. "Who was that guy?" I asked. "I'm not answering any of your questions until you answer mine," she told the window. "Fair enough." I tapped the steering wheel. Itchy, spoiling for a fight. Preferably with that guy she wouldn't tell me about. "Kara." Damn, I could hear the impatience in my voice. "Yes?" "Who was that guy?" Now she laughed. A knowing, teasing laugh only a woman could make. She threw me a pitying look. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Damn, she had a mean streak. And damn if I didn't crave it. I was miserable without it when I left. But right now, it was driving me crazy. "Ask me something you want to know then," I told her. Quid pro quo. But she faced the window again. Rejecting me.