Becca.
One could say you could expect a lot of things when you're dealing with a man who has mixed emotions and also a traumatic past that seemed to haunt you at every corner. However, the last thing that I expected was to see Neal strolling out the back door into the garden as if everything was fine, and we hadn't spent the last fifteen minutes arguing over the same damn bullshit.
Here he was, though, in all his glory, and as my eyes caught the smile that crossed his lips, I held Dahlia closer to me. “Did you forget something?”
My words were soft and gentle, but there was no mistaking the hint of irritation within them. He quickly cleared his throat, shaking his head as he stood before me, his hands instinctively going into his front pockets before he rocked back and forth on his heels like a boy who had been in trouble and was trying not to get scolded by his mother again.
