"Stellar, wait." Beau reached out his hand to grab her by the wrist, yanking her a step back. "Do you trust me?" His eyes locked with hers, and all Stellar could see was her reflection on it.
"The heck no," she gritted. The audacity of this guy to ask her that question. And what did he expect from her? That she would welcome him with open arms as if nothing happened? That she would let things slide because her love for him was greater than the hurt he caused her?
"Stellar," Beau exasperated. "I didn't intend to leave you hanging. I was half expecting you would understand why I left without a word. Please… please. Let the thing slide. We have bigger issues to talk about."
Seeing desperation painted on his face, Stellar was intrigued. Beau was always sure of himself. He was raised that way.
If there was even a hint of uncertainty in him, nobody would see it, what with how he carried himself with so much power and confidence as if it was his second skin.
