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“It’s not that I don’t want to” He releases a hard breath, his left hand balled into a fist against his forehead Turning toplans”

I jerk my chin “So we’re back to this?”

Cli out of his truck, I stand at the open door

“I can’t believe I fell for this again,” I say “For your little … whatever the hell kind of ga It’s like you reel et some kind of sick pleasure from this?”

Wyatt hops out of the driver’s side, ainst hiht around me

“I wish I could tell you everything, Blaire” His voice is ainst the top of my head

“Then tell me”

“I can’t,” he says “Maybe someday”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” I ask, pulling away to look him in the eye

“I’d tell you if I could” He cups ainst…”

“So that’s it? You leave ue sentiment and ride off into the sun?”

Once again he reeled me in …

… just to cast me out

My lip quivers despite my best efforts to keep it still I don’t want to break down like this, and I’enerally in better control of my emotions, but I’m exhausted—physically, emotionally

“Don’t cry, Blaire,” he takes a step toward me, but I place a flat palm out to stop him

“I don’t need to be comforted by the one who inflicted the pain”

His jaw sets, but his eyes hold a hint of understanding

I hate that I’m stuck here in this town for two odforsaken place reain, only to get burned

I find my keys in the bottom of my purse and cliliainst his truck, arrimace

I turn the radio to a local pop station, roll my n, and eet ho no one spots ht’s clothes