Fixer Upper: Contemporary Romance by Davis L.C

Author:Davis, L.C. [Davis, L.C.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Devon

It had been a week since I’d heard from Sawyer, although his crew had shown up every day right on schedule to continue working. The truth was, I didn’t even care about the renovations, I just needed to see him.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. It had been plaguing me for a while now, but I couldn’t figure it out. He had answered my last text with as few words as possible, and I wasn’t sure how to proceed without pushing him further away.

My alpha instincts to claim and protect outweighed that fear, and I found myself on his doorstep early one morning, even though it was raining.

As I waited for him to answer, I grew more and more concerned. What if he was hurt or something? I hadn’t heard from him in over a day.

When he opened the door, relief like I’d never known filled me. The concern lingered, though, especially when I saw how tired he looked. He was pale and there were dark circles around his eyes, but he was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and it took all my willpower to resist the urge to pull him into my arms.

“Devon?” he asked in a confused tone. “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried about you,” I answered, realizing how that probably sounded. How this probably looked. “Are you alright?”

Sawyer sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “I’m fine. Come in.”

He stepped back to allow me inside, and I looked around, finding it surreal that I was actually in his apartment. It was a simple layout, neat and clean, but nothing like the properties in his design portfolio. I didn’t know why I’d expected he would live in one of them.

“Nice place.”

He gave me a look and walked over to the sofa in the living room. “It’s the size of your living room.”

“It’s still nice,” I said, sitting down a greater distance from him than I wanted to. For a few tense seconds, I found myself at a loss for words. Only he had that mystifying effect on me.

“You got my last text. Why were you worried?” he asked before I had the chance.

I hesitated, realizing there was no way to answer that without sounding like an overzealous boyfriend, or worse, a stalker. “Just a feeling, I guess.”

That seemed to surprise him, and he looked away. So, something was wrong.

“What is it, Sawyer?” I asked, reaching for his hand before I could stop myself. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

His eyes finally met mine, and to my relief, he didn’t pull his hand away. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you anyway. I was just looking for a way, I guess.”

I frowned, taking in his words. I hated that he felt like he had to hide anything from me. Unless… unless he was planning on ending things and didn’t want to hurt my feelings. I realized that was a very real possibility, and me showing up on his doorstep had probably hastened his decision.

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