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After he left, Keiran stood in the center of the gym, suddenly restless. The punching bag hadn't helped. Nothing helped. Not one thing to block out the words that threatened to tear him apart—-

That I loved you more than I ever loved them, and always would.



















Cadence

PRESENT TIME

He walked out on me. Again.

It's all I could think about since our unexpected confrontation in the living room. Just when I've bared my heart to him, Keiran curtly tells me it's all in the past, to focus on the present, and then that was it.

The sound of my bedroom door opening startles me from my thoughts, and I turn just in time to see Keiran walking towards me.

I jerk to my feet, feeling self-conscious and more than a little nervous. My bedroom's en-suite suddenly feels too small even when it's not. And is it just me—or is the AC not working again?

Our gazes meet as he stands before me, and my heart skips a beat. My heart may still be hurting, but my eyes are still working fine, and right now, my ex-husband is looking absolutely dashing in his tux.

Yum.

I mean, wow.

"You look beautiful," he says quietly.

"You, too."

Keiran arches a brow. "Don't you mean handsome?"

I shake my head, and he looks at me for a few seconds before slightly shaking his head as well.

"You still don't know when to quit." His voice is gruff. But it's also tender. And just like that, my heart is no longer hurting, and well...

It's true.

I really don't know when to quit because the next thing I know, I'm running to his arms, and he's gripping my hair as he covers my mouth in a kiss so hard and deep it has every fiber of my being tingling and burning for more.

A whimper of protest escapes my lips when he pulls away, and smoke-gray eyes gleam down at me.