32 Chapter 32 MY LUNA
carried like a pain mule, when I felt it-white hot lightning rushing through my body,
freezing me in place.
His scent hit me-dark leather with a trace of pine.
“He’s coming,” I repeated, more for myself than her. “He probably got caught up at the car dealership. You know how he is when he starts talking about cars.”
I smirked and turned to leave. There was no way in hell I could focus on car shopping when he was in the vicinity, within reach.
Even now, it echoed in my head: ‘Kieran’s already made his choice.”
Today was about Emma. About putting the right people in the right place-starting with making sure Ethan finally saw what was right in front of him.
She watched me as I unlocked my car and put my shopping bags inside. Before I slid into the driver’s seat, I waved at her cheerfully, pretending like I didn’t feel as if I’d just been shoved ten steps backward in my healing.
Shit.
I’d lose influence.
“Ethan,” I hissed. “You just ignored Emma. You’re being rude.”
His eyes finally focused on me, and I saw it. That flicker of knowing. Of instinct.
“Ethan,” Emma said as he approached, giving him her best sweet smile. “It’s good to see you; it’s been a while.”
But now?
32 Chapter 32 MY LUNA
carried like a pain mule, when I felt it-white hot lightning rushing through my body,
freezing me in place.
His scent hit me-dark leather with a trace of pine.
“He’s coming,” I repeated, more for myself than her. “He probably got caught up at the car dealership. You know how he is when he starts talking about cars.”
I smirked and turned to leave. There was no way in hell I could focus on car shopping when he was in the vicinity, within reach.
Even now, it echoed in my head: ‘Kieran’s already made his choice.”
Today was about Emma. About putting the right people in the right place-starting with making sure Ethan finally saw what was right in front of him.
She watched me as I unlocked my car and put my shopping bags inside. Before I slid into the driver’s seat, I waved at her cheerfully, pretending like I didn’t feel as if I’d just been shoved ten steps backward in my healing.
Shit.
I’d lose influence.
“Ethan,” I hissed. “You just ignored Emma. You’re being rude.”
His eyes finally focused on me, and I saw it. That flicker of knowing. Of instinct.
“Ethan,” Emma said as he approached, giving him her best sweet smile. “It’s good to see you; it’s been a while.”
But now?
