Page 139 of Sweet Hate
Does that make me Scar trying to wrangle these assholes to get to work?
I really didn’t think through the logistics of reuniting thesetwo while all this is going on. They are the ones who know me best, but clearly, they know far too much.
“Can you two concentrate, please? How about you worry less about who I’m spooning and more about turning this place into the best fucking bakery my girl has ever seen?”
“Yes, Lieutenant, sorry, sir.” Beckett stands to attention, with Lucas mirroring his actions, setting off a new wave of chuckles.
“What are we doing here then?” Beckett asks once he manages to contain himself, eyeing the surrounding chaos of boxes and tubs curiously.
“I’ll show you. I made a Pinterest board.”
“You made a…wait, you made aPinterest board?”Lucas is wheezing, doubling over from laughing so hard, my glare doing jack shit to stop him. I hope he can swim because I’m gonna toss his sorry ass to the sharks sooner rather than later.
“Lucas, our boy’s evolved now. He’s ready for slippers and babies and one pussy for life. Of course he made a Pinterest board. How else is he gonna manifest this shit? He probably scrolls it every day.”
Slippers and babies and one pussy for life.
Yeah, sure, if I can ever convince her to come back to me.
It’s gonna be a long day.
47
HAVEN
Axel
You got this babe. You’re gonna kill it.
This man is so damn thoughtful, texting me just because I’m making a start on the wedding cakes today.
I’m not entirely sure I deserve it. I know I hurt him, even though he’s been nothing but perfect since.
It’s been two weeks since I ran out on him, and my feelings, but I still hear his words on a loop. It’s like my own personal “Baby Shark” refusing to get out of my head.
I am fucking yours, Haven. That’s the whole fucking problem.
Does he mean it?
He would make an incredible boyfriend.Husbandeven.
But he scares me.
He scares me more than anything else ever has, and that says a lot considering I grew up with perpetual anxiety over the smallestthings.
I know what it’s like to live without him, and it devastated me way more than discovering my ex was cheating on me, and I lived with and had been in a committed relationship with that twat for over two years.
I know he explained his reasoning, and Idoget it.
But it doesn’t explain why I wasn’t important enough to him to reach out afterwards, when things settled.
It’s been over a decade. Actually, it’s probably closer toelevenyears now.
Not once in all that time did he even try to call, message, email, send a freakin’ carrier pigeon.
Nothing.
Not even when he was drunk.
