But the note beckoned and taunted him.
With shaking hands, he read the small, neat words.
Dear Wyatt,
I'm sorry for last night. You didn't deserve my anger. My jealousy was something I hadn't counted on. I am not used to this life.
Wyatt's heart fell. This was how a breakup letter started. There were only a few words left, but he was having a hard time finding the strength to look at them. He didn't want to feel the heartbreak he knew was coming. He took a deep breath, telling himself just to get it done and over with. Just finish reading.
Come and find me. I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for us to be how we should be.
-Cassie
Wyatt frowned. That wasn't a breakup at all.
An address followed that he didn't recognize.
He sat in the brightly lit kitchen, feeling like he was still in the dark. He reread the note, forcing himself to put his emotions aside and focus on her words.
...how we should be.
He stared at the note, hoping that he understood its true meaning. Hope started growing inside of him, small and fragile, yet increasing with every passing second.
… how we should be.
She wanted them to be together. That was the only explanation.
He couldn't take the thought that he might be wrong. That path led to heartbreak and madness. Without letting himself think or worry, he went to the car.
He had somewhere to be.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Cassie
Cassie hoped she was doing the right thing.
Doubts assaulted her. Had he gotten the note? Had he understood? She should have been clearer. She should have left better instructions. She should have waited at the apartment.
But she'd been afraid if she waited she would chicken out. She would change her mind or that he wouldn't want this anymore. She was afraid if she stayed at the apartment, things wouldn't work out the way she hoped.
Besides, she wanted to do this here. She needed to show him she was serious.
She paced nervously in front of the airplane hanger. Her packed suitcase sat by the entrance. She'd spent nearly all the money in her bank account. The flight left this evening. There was no return flight scheduled.
What if he didn't come?
She tried not to think about it. She tried not to think about how she was about to change her life completely. Change terrified her. She liked knowing what was going to happen, but this had two very different endings. If he came, her life would change. If he didn't, it was still going to be different. There was no going back now. She wasn't in control anymore.
Though, to be honest, her life had changed the moment she met Wyatt. Nothing could be the same after him. This was just her realizing that fact and accepting it as truth.
She'd tried to pretend that her life would go back to normal. She'd tried to pretend that she could be happy with her old life. Except she knew it wasn't true. Her old life paled in comparison to her life with Wyatt. She would never be happy unless it was with Wyatt at her side.
So now she waited to see how life would change. She waited to see what letting go would get her.
She paced. She chewed on her nails. She tapped her toes, and she tried not to throw up.
Every black car that passed got her hopes up. Every dark SUV that turned the corner had her hopefully smiling and coming to the curb. Every time, she was disappointed.