Chapter 13
Travis
I stood outside of the restaurant with my heart in my throat. How had it all gone so wrong? I hadn’t intended for Corrine to overhear any of that conversation that I had held with Maggie. How could I have been so stupid?
The sight of Corrine running out of the restaurant with tears in her eyes was my undoing. As soon as I had seen that I had jumped up out of the booth, I ran through the restaurant with dozens of stares and whispers following in my wake, but I paid them no mind.
They weren’t the ones that held my heart in the palm of their dainty little hands.
I tried to call her, text her. Hell, I have been at her door as much as I have been able to, knocking, begging, and pleading with her to just talk to me.
All of my hands have been scurrying out of my way. I was in an ill temper and they all knew it. They also knew why. Parker had also let me have it when they had gotten back from the endurance race and Corrine brushed Stormy out then she left without a word to anyone.
Three days later I knew my mind hadn’t been with me today. That had only been proven true when I had made a rookie mistake. A rookie mistake that could have gotten me killed.
We had taken on a wild mustang. A wild mustang that had been slowly trusting us. However, my stupid ass self-walked behind the mustang without letting him know that I was rounding behind him. I got a hoof to the chest.
That hoof to my chest had knocked me backward and I had hit my head on the metal bar of the corral. I was unconscious for a moment and when I came to my head was spinning, I rolled over in time to lose the contents in my stomach.
And let me tell you, eggs, and bacon doesn’t taste too good coming back up.
That concussion left me time to think. Way too much time.
I was starting to feel more and more incomplete without Corrine. I understood how she felt, yes, I should have been where I said I was going to be and not blown her off. However, no matter what, I had still betrayed her trust.
I was this close to calling Randy and selling everything to follow her wherever she decided to go.
Two weeks later, I knew what I had to do. Hell, I had to pay a private investigator to find her. Her old boss wouldn’t tell me a thing.
So there I found myself, stepping onto a commercial flight to New York because all of the first-class seats had been taken.
Only for her would I ever be doing this. Hell, what all did I really have to offer her? She had made the move to New York, where anything is possible.