arrived out of nowhere? Instead she’d made a decision that destroyed her life. Yes, she’d ultimately come to know what living truly was, discovered the joy of being in Fionn’s arms. Now it would all be taken away again.
Fionn had told her just a few hours ago, in the bed on the other side of the bathroom wall, that he wouldn’t be taking her back to the States when this was over. And now it was over. For a little while after Fionn found her, she’d felt clean. Now she was going back into hiding, going back to running. A world where she’d never be clean again. Was that really what she wanted?
How the hell did she live without him beside her? Could she survive the rest of her life on the run, with no Fionn, alone? Because if she knew anything at all, she knew no one would ever take his place. No man could make her feel what he had. Could she walk away from that?
But she had to, right? If she went back, she’d have to face the consequences of her actions, have to go through a trial, jail. Would Fionn stay with her through all of that, help her fight? Would he forgive her all over again when everyone else stared at her with accusation in their eyes?
What was the alternative? She thought back to all the lonely nights she’d endured, watching the people she cared about live their lives without her. Watching Fionn give what she’d so desperately wanted to other women. She squeezed her eyes shut, hung her head until the water pummeled the back of her neck. She wouldn’t want to look, just like she hadn’t before, but she’d look anyway. Just like before. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself if there was the remotest chance she could see his face, watch him move. And every single time, it would rip her heart to shreds.
He hasn’t said he loves you. You know he’ll move on.
The hard knot in her stomach surged upward, and she bent over to empty what little was in her stomach onto the shower floor. When the spasms died away, she rinsed the tub, rinsed her mouth with warm water, then leaned against the tile and tried desperately to breathe.
She couldn’t bear to go back to that, to ripping her heart out over and over. Fionn’s forgiveness in the car…that had felt so good. She had felt good for the first time in a long time. Like her heart had been scrubbed clean, not with soap and water, but with love. The washcloth in her hand could never wash away the stains on her soul.
And Fionn’s forgiveness had started the process, but he couldn’t finish it. Only she could.
Stepping out of the tub, she dried hastily, her hands still shaking, this time for a different reason: fear. She found herself leaning against the sink, her fists planted on the counter, her gaze meeting itself in the mirror. Her eyes stared back, wide and pain-filled and terrified. And knowing. Because as scared as she was, she wouldn’t be able to face herself in the mirror until she faced her past, just like Fionn had done by coming here. Strength wasn’t just about muscles; Fionn had taught her that, shown her she was stronger than she knew.
There was only one thing left to do.
After throwing clothes on her still-damp body, she forced herself to walk to the door, grasp the knob, pull it open. Breathing shallow in her too-tight lungs, she moved into the bedroom. Fionn and Deacon were still standing in the same positions, still waiting, Deacon in the chair, Fionn pacing. They both looked up as she entered the room.
“Fionn…” Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, forcing her to stop, swallow, try again. “Fionn, I need to talk to you about something.”
Whatever he could see on her face must’ve driven home how important this was, because he set the phone on the table and walked to where she stood, planted, mere feet from the bathroom door. A vee dug into the space between his eyebrows. “All right. What are you needing?”
When he reached for her, she backed up, hands out to ward him off. If she let him touch her, if she felt his warmth, his strength one more time, she’d give in and beg him to run away with her, far, far away where no one would ever find them. And she couldn’t do that.