Page 329 of When We Fall: Part Two
After a long nightof telling stories and the guys laughing, I went to bed in the room I used to sleep in when I came here.Ryder and Trent bunked together, and Anson took one of the rooms with the king-size bed, leaving the other for Kurt.
Kurt had called and said he would be here in the morning. I couldn’t wait to see him. Everything had been a mess at the funeral, and I really wanted to hug him. He was a good man. A good father, and I knew he’d lost so much already.
I rolled over and looked at the time. It was after eleven in the morning. Groaning, I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. Deciding I’d shower before I made an appearance, I went to the attached bathroom and did my business before hopping into the shower.
Once done, I returned to my room. Anson had brought my suitcase in last night. I pulled out a long, white, flowy dress I’d seen in a window two days ago and put it on. It was probably way too fancy for a day in a log cabin, but I wanted to feel pretty and walk through the late season flowers which were still blooming in the clearing.
I went to the living room to find Kurt sitting with the guys, minus Anson.
“Rosalie,” he said, fondly, getting to his feet and coming to me.
I fell into his arms and hugged him tightly.
“How are you, darling?” He pulled away and smiled down at me.
“I’m OK.”
“Liar.” He gave me a watery smile. “Anson is outside. He said he has a gift for you from Matteo. He’s by the car.”
“Thank you.” I pulled away and went to the front of the house and stepped outside to see Anson leaning against the SUV.
“Hey,” he greeted me. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks.” My cheeks heated at his compliment. He held his hands out, and I slid my palms against his.
“I have something for you. It’s from my dad.”
“What is it?” I stared into his pretty blue eyes.
“I-I hope you like it.” His eyes glimmered with unshed tears. “Um, he sent someone to see you.”
“Who?” I crinkled my brows, wondering if Klaus had come.
“His name is Evan.”
“I-I don’t know an Evan.”
“I know, LeeLee. You will, though. Come on.” He led me around the house so we could see the clearing. I saw a tall man with a shaved head, his back to us, gazing out at the scenery. Jeans, a t-shirt. Tattoos on his arms.
“Go see him,” Anson whispered, his voice tight. “He has your gift.”
I glanced at Anson before I walked toward Evan at the edge of the clearing. That clearing ended abruptly on a cliff with a river running below it.
Pretty purple flowers brushed against my dress as I slowly made my way to the man.
And then he turned and looked at me, dark sunglasses over his eyes.
I swear my heart stopped.
Evan…
ONE HUNDRED FOUR
EVAN
She was running. Flying toward me.
I waited for her to reach me because I couldn’t run. Not yet.
