Catching Eagles (Territory Walk Book 4) by Kelsey Soliz

Author:Kelsey Soliz [Soliz, Kelsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-31T23:00:00+00:00

Donny

I kind of wish I had someone to tell me to stop torturing myself. Better yet, I wish I had somebody that would step in and make me stop.

When I got on that stage and sang to Rory and poured my heart out for her, the future seemed so clear, so perfect.

When I was explaining the prophecy to Bennett, I felt righteous. I imagined myself to be the hero, the chosen one in some epic fantasy.

I’ve sort of built my life around the idea that that prophecy is correct. I've believed for so long that if only I waited long enough, was good enough, that I’d get the kind of love that’s worth singing about. A bonus is that I would get to help people on the way, maybe help save the world.

Now, I just feel stupid.

I had to follow Rory and her mates out to this lake, because I had to see first-hand what I was going to give up. They couldn’t know I was here, because then I would think that they were changing the way they behaved when I was around. I needed the authentic Rory-and-her-mates experience.

Have I been hoping that maybe it wasn’t as fun and as amazing as I was imagining it? Absolutely. It’s sick, but I was kind of hoping that they wouldn’t be all touchy feely, that they wouldn’t be kissing her left and right, doing whatever they can to make her smile.

Instead, I find that it’s even worse. They worship the ground she walks on. Even Bennett, her newest addition. He’s so smitten with her you’d think she performed some miracle to win him over. She just seems to inspire this absolute devotion in all of her men.

I sound like a bitter asshole, and it’s because I totally am. I’ve wanted her for so long; but as I sit here alone in the dark— actually, I’m not alone. I have a big bottle of Jack to keep me company.

So as I watch them from here, I feel like I’m at a funeral. My chest is splitting open, because I see what I’m losing.

This can’t be a healthy practice, but I don’t see a way around it. I’m trying to exorcise her from my system, by dosing myself with happy images of Rory. Maybe if I overdo it, I'll get sick and need to cut the infection out completely. Can a man function without a heart?

It’s highly unlikely, but this is the only course I can think to travel right now.

They’ve been out at this lake for most of the day, laughing and playing and flirting. Rory is completely tipsy, and she's way too fucking adorable.

Felix has his guitar out and is serenading her again, and the angry part of me wishes I had some rotten tomatoes to throw over towards him. All he plays are sappy love songs. I want to hear something gritty and raw. Something that matches my mood.

He somehow convinces Rory to sing, and she grabs a stick to use as a microphone.

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