Exodus (The Ravenhood #2)(134)

“Well, I took off early, and I guess I shouldn’t put it past you to snake the one possession I care about.” I duck into the Camaro and kill it, slamming the door after retrieving the key and my purse. All yours. Now I really do hate you. Are you happy?”

“No. Not at all. You’re a waitress, who gave up millions of dollars and are living in another bum fucked town in the middle of nowhere, Virginia. You think that makes me happy?”

“I don’t care what that makes you. I’m happy. I love this town. And I’m not penniless. I own that café and the house I’m living in. You think I’m really dumb enough to give away every cent? I grew up poor. I’ll never be that damned generous.”

Confusion flits over his features. “You own it?”

“Technically, my mother does.”

“Why Meggie’s?”

I damn near laugh at the fact that he hasn’t put it together.

Men.

“It’s a long story.”

He frowns. “Do I know it?”

“Intimately, and as an outsider.”

“Are you going to give me a straight answer?”

“It’ll be my secret to keep.” I glance up at him. “The presidential address shook me a little. That’s why I took off early.”

I don’t miss the clear swell of pride in his eyes. “Caught that, did you?”

“All that time I thought I was playing on your board, and you’d already switched to another. Seeing Tyler standing there…Gah, I can’t tell you what that did to me. It’s remarkable, truly what you’ve done, what you’re doing. In my wildest dreams…I consider myself lucky I get to watch it unfold.” I deflate. “I just wish you would have let me in…” I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter.”

“You’re getting every dime back, Cecelia.”

“I’m fine.”

“Look. At. Me.”

“Nope. You see, I don’t have to. Let that sink in a minute.”

“Cecelia—”

“You weren’t supposed to know about the money. It doesn’t matter about the money. It’s where it should be, back in the hands of people who worked for it. You’ll see to it that the rest is used in a way that matters. I know you will.”

“You think I wouldn’t notice that much money? Look at me, Cecelia.”

Our eyes meet, and I curse the zing that runs through me. He’s the man I knew, and yet so much has changed. But one thing never will. Our connection, it’s our connection that keeps me captive no matter how much of a free woman I preach to be.

When I finally give him the full attention he seeks, there’s something in his eyes I’ve rarely seen. They swell with emotion when they sweep me.

“I’ve come to claim what’s mine. And you know it’s not the fucking car.”

He sets the bag down and steps toward me, and I take one back. “In that case, you’re better off trying for the car.”

I don’t miss the twitch of his lips. “You’re going to make this hard?”

I widen my eyes. “No, I’m going to make this impossible.”

He takes another step toward me. “Good. I expect opposition. I expect retaliation. I expect to be surprised because of human nature. Case in point, the interruption that is you. But make no mistake, I know my opponent.”

“I’m done with you.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Smug, arrogant, ignorant, and completely clueless. You think I’ll take you now?”

“No, I think I’ll have to walk through hell daily for months to come, but I’m willing to try and earn admission.”

“You’re wasting your time.”

“Debatable.”

“This isn’t cute. I don’t find this amusing. You’re out of your depth. Save your bullshit.”

He swallows, his eyes filled with a rare fear, all amusement leaving him.

“Then, how about a little honesty?”

“That was a joke, right?”

“No.”

“Well, I’ll never believe you.”

“It was real,” he says. “All of it. It was real.”

“Stop,” I say, dropping my gaze. “You can’t do this.”

“Please,” he rasps out. “Please look at me.”

Jaw clenching, I lift my eyes.

“Beau taught me that a ‘real man’ stakes his claim and won’t let anything or anyone come between him and what he can’t live without. And I was ready for that. I was prepared for it. I was ready to fight my brothers tooth and nail, to fight you every day until you forgave me. I had a thousand dreams ready with you in every single one.”

He tugs me to him, trapping me in his hold and slowly lifting my shirt from where it’s tucked into my jeans before sliding warm palms up my back and running the pads of his fingers along my wings. “This,” he palms my back, “it’s the fucking worst thing I’ve ever done to anyone, but,” he swallows, “you are the only thing I’ve ever stolen for myself. I let jealousy fuck up the beginning, and losing Dominic ruin the rest,” he admits, his gaze imploring. “When I saw him in your arms, when I saw how terrified you were, I couldn’t handle not knowing if I would lose you next. I couldn’t fucking handle it. I’ve never been so terrified in my life. You were all I had left. But I wanted you then, and I still want you. But more than that, I wanted to deserve you. I couldn’t take any of it back. I felt like the worst man alive. I did things that you should never forgive me for. And I couldn’t believe that you still loved me when you came back, after all the hell I put you through. I couldn’t believe you still looked at me the way you did, that same look,” he shakes his head in disbelief, sliding his thumbs along my back. “Maybe this isn’t a happy ending, but it’s okay if we deal with whatever it is…right? I’m sorry it took me so fucking long, but I never, not once, expected you would forgive me—want me again.” Tears fill his eyes. “We can’t bring him back, you can’t forgive me for everything, but we can fucking try to be…whatever it is we’re cursed to be. I don’t care how fucked up we turn out as long as I’ve got you.”