Chapter 142

Rowan

It’s been a long, but good day when Cutter and I decide it’s time to leave. My face is slightly tight, meaning I’m probably sunburned. I hope not badly considering we applied sunscreen every few hours.

As we walk back across the street and into the parking lot, he holds my hand, swinging our entwined fingers between us. It’s one of the cutest things he’s ever done.

We’re approaching where I parked, so I reluctantly let go.

Reaching into my beach bag to fish out my keys, I point over to where my car is parked, only to let an oath out of my mouth. “Fuck me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Not what I meant to say. It’s just…” There’s a man leaning beside my car. He’s one I avoid at all costs, but every once in a while he’ll corner me, want to talk to me in a public setting where he knows I won’t make a scene. “I don’t want to see him right now.”

“Who is he?” Cutter asks.