7. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Ryder
W hat in the hell just happened?
I had asked myself the same question a million times after Meghan ran off. We seemed to be having a nice conversation and then, like lightning had struck, she rushed away.
I followed after her, now looking back, I wish I hadn’t.
When I found her on the street, sobbing in her friend’s arms, I knew that whatever was wrong with her, didn’t have anything to do with me.
Normally, any girl that showed any sign of drama had me running for the hills. I hated that shit. But, there was something about Meghan that told me this wasn’t drama-- the pain I saw in her face and through her tears, well, that ran deep.
She must have experienced something tragic in her life-- something I could relate to myself. In my line of work, I had seen more times than I care to admit, the pained faces of someone who had lost a loved one. I had seen it in the widows who knew their husbands would never come home and the mothers who had lost a child in battle. When I looked at Meghan, I understood that her heart was filled with loss.
I knew it was wrong, but I had to find out who or what had hurt Meghan. It might not be any of my business, but hey, when did that ever stop me before? I was a fixer, it’s just what I did.
Hell, if she would let me, maybe I could fix whatever she needed. Something had come over me and there was no turning back now.