already running out before it has even started.
Is it?
I look away from Jonny’s concerned face and down at myself, my heart screaming that it’s fucking not.
It could be worth it, so worth it, and I don’t really have a choice when the thought of not going to her or walking away from this without at least her name and number is so painful it’s like an iron vise around my heart.
Then I look toward my little babydoll and any hesitation flows out the window when I see she’s no longer sitting on her stool but running toward the darkened, empty shore, that motherfucking son of a bitch scrambling after her with an evil glint in his eye.
My body is springing into action before I’m even aware and I’m running after them, my heart in my throat.
She looked fucking scared. No one scares what’s mine, this limpdick loser just pissed off the wrong guy.
Prologue Part 3
KENNA
August 15, 2015
I’m clinging to Wyatt’s hard body like a spider monkey as he carries me through the hall of the bed and breakfast and then up the stairs, past about the double I was sharing with Veronica and into his own larger suite, the one with the big four-poster bed in which I’ve spent every night of this week with his arms around me and my head on his chest.
We took a look at each other and we just knew.
Veronica left me here and headed back to Jacksonville, she thinks I’m crazy to be acting like this, but I can’t help it if I love him so much and I don’t care if it’s fast, irresponsible, rash and any other bad word in the book, because it doesn’t matter, not to us.
Wyatt says we are it, that we’re so sure because our souls know it’s true and he’s right: that’s why we feel like we have always known each other even if we have just met. That’s why it’s so easy to lie in his embrace every night as we waive tales of the life we are going to live. I’ve told him every little thing I’ve ever dreamed of, every little thing that I’ve ever hoped for and held nothing back as I shared with him all the things that scare me.
He smiles at me and takes away my every doubt, makes me feel like I’m worth loving, like for once in my life I really belong.
The first time we kissed, my first kiss ever, I felt as if my soul was pouring into his and his into mine.
I thought I could never survive to be ever kept apart from him for more than an hour at a time, that I would wilt like a flower in a frozen land if we couldn’t be together always, then Wyatt told me about having to leave, not for an hour or for a day, but for six months.
Wyatt has explained that while conventional Army units deploy for twelve months at a time before returning home for another year or so, Rangers’ rotations tend to last only three to six months, but with far less stateside time in between.
Which means until he’s on active duty we would be spending extended periods of time apart and only a few weeks together, which effing sucks.
I could not speak for a full minute after he told me.
It was just too darn painful.
We were on the beach, holding onto each other while the waters of the Atlantic raged on and the sky above us seemed to lose all of its stars when he said it.
Our love is the real thing, but our timing is the absolute worst.
Six months or more of waiting for him, after only a week together. Six months of worrying that he could get hurt, six months with little news to be had because my Wyatt is special forces and a Ranger. Tomorrow he gets deployed to somewhere in the Middle East and he can’t even tell me where or why because his unit will be running a non-conventional op.
So I’ve been plastered to him all day, soaking in as much as I can of him, so it can hold me over until he comes back to me because meeting your soulmate is wonderful, but having to let them go after a single week sucks.
I feel tears prick my eyes again and I sniffle into his neck.
I don’t want him to feel any more awful than he does already, this is difficult for both of us and while