Page 45 of Surrender
Instead, I was met with heat.
My breath caught because I knew that look.
It was the same one he could probably see mirrored in myeyes.
Need.
Want.
The kind with lips and hands roaming in the dark, where you got so lost in someone’s body that you forgot where you ended and the other person began. I’d thought about it more times than I would like to admit over the years. How badly I missed the feeling of being in Nate’s arms, or how his kisses warmed me in a way I’d never experienced with anyone else.
“Darcy, this is the only warning I’m giving. If you’re gonna leave, you better do it now,” he growled, the order in his voice sending a shiver up my spine and finally bringing the room around me back into focus. “Because if you don’t leave, I’m locking us in here. And once I do, there’s no fucking going back.”
Yes.
Fucking lock it.
That’s what I should have said.
“I can’t,” I whispered before licking my lips and trying again. “I have to…”
His jaw tensed, and he nodded. “I know.”
I reached for the door handle, twisting it firmly as I glanced back over my shoulder. “Um, Missy said something about getting details from you about Sunday? I have no idea what that means, but maybe—”
“Yeah,” he said, and his shoulders relaxed a little. “I’ll come by Lucy’s and pick you up Sunday morning.”
I gave a small nod and slipped out the door, sighing when the cool air in the hall hit my burning cheeks. The first few steps were hard, but I managed to make it through the bar with a casual wave to Missy and get to my car without throwing afuck itto the universe and walking right back in there.
But I wasn’t that girl.
I was loyal to a fault, and maybe that was my downfall.
But I just kept telling myself I had to make it through brunch with Parker tomorrow morning, and then I could start to move on and discover what a life back in Detroit might look like for me.
There was plenty of work to do yet to figure it out.
But I was starting to realize one thing…
Homeiswhere your heart is.
And maybe mine had been here the whole time.
Chapter Sixteen
DARCY
My body tingled in anticipation as my Uber pulled up outside 6th Street Bistro.
Parker’s Audi was just up the street a little, glistening in the sunlight like it had never seen a speck of dust in its lifetime. I glanced around as I reached for the door handle, but I couldn’t spot Nate or Rafe or anyone who looked remotely biker-like. And they would absolutely stand out in this part of the city.
He said someone would be here.
Trust him.
“Thank you,” I said to the driver and climbed out onto the sidewalk.
I wanted this to be done.
