HIS BABY TO BEAR - 18

H A P T E R E L E V E N

He began to speak, but the words died on his mouth before he could finish them. I was missing you. It's far too melodramatic. It was only one night. Yes, it had been a fucking amazing night, but he had no reason to believe she was in half as much trouble as he was. And, once again, he wasn't supposed to be talking to her, but when he saw that guy put his hand on her, he couldn't help himself.

It was as though his legs carried him across the club on their own, fully avoiding the difficult route between muscles and brain. And by the time he realized what he was doing, he could feel the man going slack in his hands, battling to maintain his lucidity. Jerome might as well have killed the fucker if she hadn't stopped him.

And he wouldn't have changed his mind for the world.

"How are you doing?"

he eventually inquired, embarrassed at how trite that sounded.