Page 27 of Tattooed Love

“A gentleman is at the door, and wishes to speak with you,” he answered, and then turned and left the room.

Sighing, I lifted myself off my chair, and walked towards our bay window and, as I pulled the curtains back, my eyes landed on a black Mustang parked out in our driveway.

I knew who it was.

My heart quickened.

Blake.

I glanced at my brothers; they better not make a scene.

“I will be a minute or so,” I softly stated and marched my way out of the dining room, determined to ignore the nagging feeling of wanting to forget everything and run back to him.

I pulled the front door open, and standing there in all his amazing glory was Blake.

He turned around instantly, to face me.

A soft smile spread across my lips.

The corner of his lips lifted slightly.

If you didn’t know him, you would call it a small smile.

But I knew him, and when Blake smiled, it mirrored in his eyes.

This smile was a fake, as Blake’s eyes were cold.

“Amber,” his husky voice murmured.

“Blake,” I mimicked.

His hand reached behind his head and began to rub the back of his neck.

“I just wanted to come by and…” he trailed off.

“And see if I was alright?” I finished for him.

This time, a smile appeared on his face for two seconds, and then it was gone.

“Yeah, something like that,” he added.

I nodded my head.

“So your run last night… everything went smoothly?” he asked, still not taking a step closer to me.

I don’t think we had ever had this much distance between us.

“Yeah, everything went as planned, I gave Liam the taking,” I answered.

“Glad they didn’t give you any trouble.”

“Well, it wasn’t like there were any of the big guys. Just a few nobodies.”

“True,” he agreed.

My hand wrapped tightly around the door knob. Why did this have to be so hard?

Oh, he was the love of your life, that’s why, I reminded myself.

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