Never Give Up - Heidi Lis Page 0,64

then bumps his shoulder with mine.

I lean into him, whispering, “Yeah, if you knew the whole situation, you might think differently.”

“Try me.” He replies.

What is it with alcohol and confessing your deepest darkest secrets? No clue, but after he tells me to try him. Well, I do, I lay it all out for him. The ashen look on his face lets me know he wishes he’d never asked.

“Jesus Christ, how the hell could he be mad at you? He should be begging you for forgiveness. Darlin’ he’s a dick, sorry, but he is a straight up dick.”

I have no clue how long he sat next to me, the bar was pretty empty which most likely explains why he spent so much time hanging around me.

“Yeah, whatever. Begging for my forgiveness was not his priority.” I say when my phone beeps again. I ignore, delete and repeat this process for several minutes until it stops. Finally, I sigh with some relief.

Caleb, starts switching my drink to water. My sexy cowboy bartender threatened me, it was that, or I was going home with him. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to stop drinking or continue. Yikes, so not ready to go there. On the flip side, it’s most likely what I should do. A night with a sexy cowboy might be just what the doctor ordered, but I know deep in my heart I never would. Micah has my heart, always has, always will. Another reason I’m so screwed.

Not long after, I say goodbye to my sexy cowboy. Insisting I would come back and see him, was the only way I was getting out the door alone. Jumping in my seat, I’m exhausted and somewhat sober now. The day crashes down on me, and my phone rings once more.

His name displays on the screen and it grips my heart. I want to cry. How long have I longed for his name to show up? That he would be calling me, I just wish it was under different circumstances. I have no idea if he can ever forgive me now. The anger and venom in his voice sickened me to the point of feeling alone all over again. After finally making it out of the darkness, I’m afraid of being pushed back inside. Only this time, I don’t have the energy to fight it.

Biting my lip, tears hit the screen of my phone as I hold it in my hands. Once again, I press…ignore!

Micah

WHERE THE HELL is Elsa? She’s ignoring all of my calls and text messages. My damn fingers are sore from typing so much. I’m worried out of my mind but I screwed up. I never should have acted the way I did…not to her. It’s wasn’t right and I know directing my anger at her only hurt her more. I know it won’t excuse any of my behavior for earlier, hell, I knew it then, but I was so fucking mad. I couldn’t control myself. Holding my tongue was never a thing I was good at, especially when it came to my pretty girl.

Damn, finding the girl who stole my heart all of those years ago, had more of an effect on me than I expected. I spent years trying to forget her and what we had. I kept telling myself what my father had drilled into my mind. I was too young and just had my first real crush on a girl. I’d get over it. Like hell!

She was my first. My first after years of almost losing it multiple times. That is more than likely the reason I kept her in my heart. Every year after that and up until now simply refused to let me forget what Elsa Winters meant to me.

First day of school, this beautiful girl caught my eye. She wasn’t into cliques either, and what a relief that was. The school was full of piranhas, trying to sink their teeth into me. Hell, not one of them had an ounce of what my pretty girl had. Elsa had more class in her pinkie finger than those girls had in their whole bodies. She was too sweet to realize what a gem she really was.

From day one she caught my eye and has held my attention since. The other’s tried like hell to land me, it was funnier than hell watching them attempt to score with me. It was Elsa’s pure beauty that made my heart rate spike and hands clammy. Most of my