Now she’s a single mom and she doesn’t need a “broody, grumpy cop” like me complicating her life. No matter how many times her heated gaze scorches my skin, I can never have her in the way I want.
Completely.
So I push her away—but it’s for her own good.
Because if she knew the truth of what I did, she wouldn’t just have hurt feelings––she would truly hate me.
She has a guarded heart, and it’s all my fault. But I don’t have a heart at all.
I gave it to Maggie O’Brien a long time ago.