Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

It felt like a dream suddenly manifested in real life. I walked over to the light and unfolded it completely on a table. It was the size of two regular sheets of paper with my apartment on one side and Wolf Creek on the other. I traced the line, one that led straight to Shane’s cabin.

I looked over at the man at the desk to ask him who left it for me, but he was already gone. I stared at the paper and then I noticed there was writing along the bottom. I traced it with my fingers as my eyes opened wide.

You know where you belong.

Chapter 12: Shane

Someone once said that if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it was meant to be. That person was a fucking idiot. There was no glory in letting love slip away over a proverb.

There was certainly no excitement in spending the long months alone in my cabin once Heather was gone. I missed her every day. I craved her. Each day we were apart drove me mad and I simply couldn’t allow the madness to consume me. I considered getting a cell phone, but I didn’t even know her number.

I knew I could probably find out if I tried, but embracing technology wasn’t me, even if it meant I got to hear her voice again. It was strange to try and comprehend how a few days together turned me into a monster hellbent on possessing my blonde goddess once again, but I couldn’t get her off my mind.

I need you so fucking bad.

The idea of her finding another man and giving herself to him made me angry when there was no evidence it was even happening. I knew it was only a matter of time because time was the ultimate enemy. If I didn’t do something, she would move on. I had to connect with her again, to show her why she belonged with me for as long as we both drew breath.

“Have you heard from that girl?” Mr. Blanchard asked as he ran up my purchase at the local liquor store.

“No.” I shook my head.

“That’s a shame.” He sighed. “Maybe one day.”

Very soon if I have anything to say about it.

I found myself buying more and more liquor each time I went to town. It wasn’t because I was drinking more, I just didn’t like the questions. I only made trips when I had to. Mr. Blanchard always asked about Heather. I couldn’t even stand to go to the diner and have a Country Fried Steak because someone was always there to ask more fucking questions.

Our story may have passed from the world’s voice and the evening news, but she was still a celebrity in Wolf Creek. She had only spent a few nights there, but they were ready to adopt her as one of their own. They would have probably thrown her a parade if she showed up again.

Business had been booming since the town became famous and I hated every bit of it. Occasionally, a group would get a little too close to my cabin and I would have to send a warning shot their way. When the months started to wear on, I decided it was time to move. I started building another cabin nearby, far enough away from the one we spent our time in, but close enough to easily walk there if you knew the way.

It was a little fancier than the first one, with a few modern upgrades to make life a little easier. It even had doors on all of the rooms. I worked on it most days, just letting the toil take my mind off the things when it could.

“I’M SORRY, WHERE DO you want me to put this?” The older man wiped his brow as he delivered a load of materials.

“Just up the hill is good.” I pointed in the direction of the new cabin, which was hidden from his view.

“If I get stuck, you’re paying for a wrecker.” He spat on the ground and climbed back into his truck.

When the winds of winter came, I felt a desire for Heather’s touch that couldn’t be simply washed away with a night of drinking. The new cabin had been completed and the old one was just a shell. The upgrades I made were nice, but they just couldn’t distract me from my thoughts.

I need you so fucking bad.

I woke up one morning with a new conviction. I wasn’t going to wait around for the world to spin in my direction again. I was going to take the motherfucker by the balls and do something about it. I was going to hold her again.

I got in my truck and drove. I passed landmarks, small towns, and even a city before I rolled into her bustling college town. It took some time to figure out where she lived

, but it wasn’t difficult. She was a student and practically a celebrity.

A few harmless questions brought me closer and eventually I figured out which apartment building she lived in. I sat in the parking lot with my truck running, just trying to figure out how I was going to approach her without seeming like a crazy person. I might have been going crazy without her, but I didn’t want to seem like the desperate asshole I was. As I sat there in my truck, I saw her turn the corner. My chest started to tighten.

Damn, you’re even more beautiful than I remember. How the fuck did I make it so long without you?

It took everything in me not to open my door and walk over to her. Watching her enter the apartment and disappear into the sea of humanity was a struggle, but I couldn’t put her on the spot. I had to give her a choice, even if I wanted to take control of the situation.

I devised a plan and pulled out an old map. I tore a square that connected the place she was to Wolf Creek and drew a line to connect them. Once I was satisfied with my work, I dropped it off at the front desk and asked them to deliver it to her that evening. Despite my possessive nature, I knew it was the right thing to do.

It has to be your choice, blonde goddess. You know where you belong, but you have to be the one that decides to come to me.