Fierce Lover (Sierra Pride Book 8) by Liza Street

Author:Liza Street [Street, Liza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-12-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Jesminda’s Café was full of people when Starla arrived at ten minutes to noon. She wasn’t certain why she’d suggested this place, except she wanted to have this conversation far away from her brothers and sisters. She had one more day with them, and the rest would be for spending time with them and pretending to be happy about her upcoming wedding. This time with Rourke, though, she didn’t want to be about pretending. This was real.

She stood in line for coffee, her attention on the door. People came in and went out, either meeting friends or picking up a quick lunch to go.

Where was Rourke? Maybe this had been a bad idea. She should have just written him a letter. So much of their friendship had been based on written words—it would have made more sense to write to him. Then she could have put it in the mailbox and forgotten about it.

She’d never be able to forget him, though.

She had to wait for a free table, the entire time feeling awkward and self-conscious. He wasn’t here yet. She checked her phone for the time. 12:07. There was a missed text from Erich. Dammit, she didn’t want to deal with him right now.

Have you looked at the guest list I emailed?

She sighed and texted back, Not yet, bot I will soon.

Just as she pressed send, she cringed. Stupid autocorrect!

You must be more careful with your words. You can’t be the perfect wife for me if you aren’t perfect. Do I need to find someone better?

She texted quickly in her panic, but proofed her message before sending it. I’m sorry. I was momentarily distracted. It won’t happen again.

One of the baristas whistled softly, and Starla looked up. There was Rourke, standing in the doorway, his hunter’s eyes scanning the crowded café. Looking for her. Starla quickly shoved her phone into her bag and strode forward.

“Hey,” she said. “Some people just left, so a table’s free—I’ll go sit down. Meet me there?”

He nodded, once, and moved to the line.

Starla checked her phone. Nothing from Erich. She just wanted to get married already so he could quit threatening to leave her. She needed this marriage, even though she didn’t want it.

While she waited for Rourke, she watched other people in the café watching him. He seemed to inspire lust in some, fear in others. He was a predator—a beautiful predator. She’d always thought him beautiful, even before his shoulders had filled out, before he’d gotten so tall. Those blazing green eyes had always been the same, as well as the determined set of his jaw, and his wolfish focus.

Finally, he sat down in the chair opposite hers.

“I wasn’t going to come,” he said, “but I couldn’t stay away, either. What are you doing to me, Starla?”

Her hands fluttered nervously over her napkin. “I’m sorry. It’s not on purpose, whatever it is.”

She risked a glance up at his face. There was as much anger in his eyes as there was pain.

He cleared his throat.

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