Page 97 of Chasing Sunsets

Silence settles between us for a beat.

Then, he lets out a low, disbelieving laugh. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

I shoot him a glare. “Thanks.”

“No, seriously.” He gestures toward me. “You stood there last year, telling me I needed to get my head out of my ass and fight for Audrey.” He steps closer, pointing a finger at my chest. “And yet you bailed on Tabby the second things got hard. You let some asshole—who she clearly wants nothing to do with—rattle you enough to walk away from the woman you love. Love enough to have a ring made.”

The words hit hard, but I don’t have time to react before the front door swings open again.

Sebastian and Lennon step inside like they were listening at the door.

“Good,” Sebastian says, “you already chewed him out.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fantastic. An intervention.”

Lennon leans against the counter. “You deserve it.”

I don’t argue.

Sebastian crosses his arms. “After you left, Tabby and her parents got into it.”

I lift my head. “What?”

“They were arguing,” Lennon clarifies. “She looked upset.”

Something in my chest clenches. “How upset?”

Sebastian levels me with a look. “Upset enough that we’re here, telling you to get your ass in the truck and go to her.”

I stare at them for a moment, my pulse hammering.

Then, I move.

I grab my keys off the counter and push past them toward the door.

Parker smirks. “Attaboy.”

As I close the door, I hear him tell the boys about my plans.

“You two are fucked,” Sebastian says through his laughter.

“Us? Why?” Lennon asks.

“Because if Anson, of all people, proposes before either of you and Amiya and Audrey see a ring on Tabby’s finger, the shit is going to hit the fan.”

I don’t hear their response as I race to my truck.

The drive to the campground is a blur, my knuckles white around the steering wheel, my heartbeat matching the rhythm of the tires against the pavement.

When I pull in, I don’t even fully stop before I’m out of the truck, striding toward her RV.

Tabby

We drive back to the campground in silence, each of us unsure of what to say. Maybe we’ve already said everything that needs to be said. My mother glances nervously at my father while Quenton stares out the window, avoiding eye contact with any of us.

He stays in the vehicle when we make it back to my home, but Mom and Dad both exit and walk me to my door.

“Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” I ask, knowing that the island doesn’t have hotel options.

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