“Me?” I laughed. “What the hell is this?” I motioned to Mr. Douchebag, himself. “Moving on awfully fast, aren’t we?”
“What? Are you seriously accusing me of cheating on you?”
“We are still married,” I seethed.
“On paper only! It was a Vegas wedding. None of it was even real!”
“It was real for me!” I retorted, my anger growing as the man moved closer to her in a protective stance. “Back off,” I snarled.
“Not until you check your anger,” he snapped.
“She’s not yours to protect!”
“Oh, and that job falls to you? Where the hell have you been?”
I surged forward, but Krista stepped in front of me. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to claim my moment in the rain!” My eyes slid to the asshole who stood there rather unconvincingly in his love for her. Total douchebag.
“What the hell are you talking about?” she screamed.
“You’re mine. This was supposed to be our moment!”
“Our moment?” she brushed the wet strands from her face, shaking her head at me. “Rob, we tried. It didn’t work!”
As she spun on her heel, I chased her down, rushing around in front of her as mud sloshed against my boots.
“It didn’t work because we didn’t make it work!”
“You don’t like it out here! I didn’t like it in Pennsylvania! Unless we move to the Bahamas, I’m not sure either of us is going to be happy!” she shouted.
“If that’s what you want, then I’ll do it. I would live in a tree if that’s what you wanted.”
“Rob, it’ll never work.”
“Yes, it will. You know how I know that?”
She didn’t say a word.
“Because I spent one miserable week without you, and it was one week too many. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I was fucking miserable. And it hit me, I’d rather be miserable here in Montana with you than in Pennsylvania by myself.”
She snorted, shaking her head at me. “Rob, being miserable isn’t going to work. That’s not how a relationship is supposed to be!”
“I don’t care!” I said, running to catch up as she turned and stomped away from me again. “Don’t say it won’t work because the way I see it, neither of us is going to be happy unless we’re together!”
“And where will we be happy?”
“Here!” I shouted, lifting my head and soaking in the rain. It was fucking perfect. “I’ll freeze and I’ll adapt. I’ll find a way tobring my work here. Hell, I’ll build a fucking igloo if that’s what you want! All I know is that I love you, and I can’t take another minute without you. You’re it for me, Krista, and you deserve a man who’s willing to be anywhere you are. And that’s me. I only want you!”
She shook her head, staring at the ground.
“Baby, we didn’t fight for our lives only to end up apart. We’re right for each other and you know it. So does Storm.”
“Who the hell is Storm?” the douchebag asked.
I glowered at him. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“Not really,” he shrugged.