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Shane glanced over at his passenger—one who’d passed out at the two hourfur thing draped across her chest, and her face was hidden by a tangled mess of hair

He pulled up at the stop light on the other side of the bridge and while he waited for it to turn green, he glanced down at his cell There were es froht?’

Shane blew out a hot breath and pressed his foot onto the gas pedal Was he alright? Hell the fuck no His plan for the last few e, and definitely don’t let her get inside your head So how had he ed to find hi day shit?

“Fuck,” hewoman

He thought of Gerald Dooley—and he couldn’t lie—a sense of souy had always been a tool A boring, lame ass tool What had Bobbi expected?

He crossed the bridge, hung a left and followed the river until he turned down Bobbi’s street It had been ages since he’d been this way and though it seeed, he realized there was still a hell of a lot that hadn’t

There was still one woed to screw it up even more than it already was

Shane stopped the truck near the edge of the driveway and put it in park, letting the engine idle as he gazed at the house It was dark, no stars in the sky tonight, but the porch lights were on and a waran’s truck as well as Dooley’s black SUV parked behind Herschel’s old Ford Billie’s small compact was nowhere to be seen, but then he supposed it hat she had used to get to The Hard Rock

He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and his eyes lingered on the decorations that waved gently in the wind A large sign on the back of Dooley’s vehicle said, ‘Just Married’ though it had coled in the breeze

Just like his fiancé

A harsh sain Her hand was curled underneath her chin, her breaths deep and even That mad mess of hair was all over the place so her features were hidden, though her pluhtly and turned toward theand it was then that his reality rolled away He felt it peel back and the sensation was sharp

Sout and Shane undid his seatbelt He slid over and before he could stop hientlyhe stared down at the simple Gaelic symbol that was there, the same one he had tattooed onto his left bicep It meant ‘forever’

It had meant that she was his forever

His forefinger brushed along the lines and in thathe’d ever felt for Bobbi crashed into hi It left hiotten the tattoos He remembered how she’d wanted hers put in that spot—the spot he loved to lick and kiss The spot that had her tre in his arms

It was his spot And he couldn’t believe it was still there