“Dalyn, do you mind walking me to my car?” I ask, walking back into the room.
“All good.” He grabs his keys from behind the bar and walks over to me, holding out an arm and leading me out the door.
The warm spring air hits me when we get outside, the street almost empty as we make our way along the sidewalk and around the corner of the building to the parking lot.
Then his arm is gone. “I think someone is waiting for you,” he says curiously.
My gaze lifts and I stop dead in my tracks, all of my anger, regret, and confusion returning when I see Bruno—without the gorgeous redhead he left with—leaning against his truck parked right next to my car.
His dark eyes track me as I walk over to him. I try to look unaffected when in reality, I’m anything but. As much as I’m relieved that he didn’t go home with that woman, I’m torn because I have no hold over this man just as he has no hold over me. A deep part of me—a place I haven’t let anyone go for a long long time—desperately wants him to, which is what scares me more than anything. Not Bruno, not being with him, it’s what could happen if I let myself be with him.
“I thought you’d be long gone.” With the sexy red head who couldn’t keep her hands off you all night, I don’t say.
His intense gaze softens and there’s a flash of amusement. “She asked me if I’d make sure she got home safe.” I know he’s trying to get a reaction from me and dammit, he’s succeeding.
“Yet you’re still here,” I retort snarkily. I’m too tired and too emotionally scattered to deal with this right now.
He smirks. “I walked her to her car and told her to have a good night.”
“I bet she wanted you to be the one to make it good.”
“She’s out of luck,” he says, moving toward me until my back is against my car door.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Bruno. You’re free to do whatever—and whoever—you like. You’re single, you’re hot, and she was gorgeous. You turned down a sure thing.” I may sound nonchalant but there’s an edge to my words. Something his raised brow tells me he didn’t miss. That’s when he goes in for the kill, bracing his hands on either side of my head and leaning in close.
“This isn’t going away, Gabs. You can’t give me a taste of the promise of you—of us—and not admit to wanting this just as much as I do.” I open my mouth to argue but I’m silenced by what he says next. “I’ve had to stand there and watch you smile and flirt with other guys for months and tonight, I’m going to prove it until you finally admit what I already know.”
“What’s that?” I whisper, my voice ragged, my breathing now coming hard and fast, matching the heavy thud in my chest.
“Get your ass in my truck and I’ll show you.”
“And if I don’t?” I ask, scrounging up the last of my sass but knowing it’s me who’s now the sure thing in this scenario.