I—I just couldn’t do it.

“Everything okay back here?” Rick’s voice cut through the tension. “You need some help, Elizabeth?”

I cleared my throat and stepped back around Blake. “No, it’s good. Coming out to mop soon.”

Blake reached out to clasp my hand. “Wait, Elizabeth. I’m not the only one with feelings here. Talk to me.”

I sighed, changing gears. Anything to get away from this topic. “Look, I have a lot on my mind right now. There’s something I haven’t told you. Colby—he came to see me the night before the semester started. He—he’s enrolled here now. I haven’t seen him since, but I’m going to. I just know it. He’s not going away.” I heard the fear in my voice and cringed.

He gathered me in his arms. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. What can I do to help?”

I leaned my head on his shoulder. “There’s nothing to be done. It’s something I’m going to have to deal with, and I really need you here beside me. I can’t do it without you.”

He let out a long breath and kissed my forehead. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

LATER WE LEFT the bookstore and headed out to the parking lot, where Declan took the top and sides off his Jeep. We’d decided to leave my car there and have him bring me back later from wherever we were going.

I got in on the passenger side and buckled up. “Want to tell me what that was all about in there? We never made plans.”

He smirked. “What? You’ve wanted me to ask you out since the moment you saw me at the frat house.”

“You mean when you wouldn’t even dance with me?” I snapped.

He tossed his head back and laughed. “You’re a little spitfire. And I did dance with you on your balcony, remember?”

Fine.

He put on his Ray-Bans and grinned. “Don’t like surprises, I take it?”

“No. Just tell me,” I groaned.

He nodded. “Okay. We’re headed to an intervention.”

That didn’t sound fun at all. “For what?”

His gray eyes caressed my face when we stopped at a light. “I promise, you’ll like it.”

Oh shit. Lightning strikes went straight to my core.

We hit the open road and the wind made my hair crazy. It was exhilarating, but I yelled as I tried to wrestle my hair and hold it back. I needed a ponytail holder.

He reached over and opened the glove box and pointed at a pile of hair bands.

It scared me that he read my mind, but I shot him a sour look as I selected a black one. “Nadia’s?”

He shrugged in that effortless way of his I’d come to recognize. Noncommittal. Mysterious as hell.

I glared at him.

But my anger only made him grin. “Jealous?” he asked.

“Yes,” came out before I could stop it.

He shot me a surprised look and then turned quickly back to the road, but he kept sending me little glances as he drove, his eyes roaming my face.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. Simple words. Heavy weight. “There’s no reason for you to be jealous of her. You’re everything she isn’t, and I like it. A lot.”

When I watch romantic movies or read a book, there comes a point in the story where the two love interests are perfectly synced. He looks at her and his eyes soften. She looks at him and realizes he’s the best thing since sliced bread. Kinda like when Elizabeth looks past Darcy’s awful marriage proposal and sees the real man underneath the rich veneer. Or when Romeo first sees Juliet at the party and knows life will never be the same.

It happened for me just as the wind caught his dark hair and ruffled it, and in that tiny millisecond, the carefree way he smiled, the way he held the steering wheel with strong hands, the way he sent me a little searching glance as if gauging my reaction—it was enough to make me second guess everything.

But then I told myself to get my head back on straight.

He was a fighter for goodness’ sake.

He was wrong for me.

Anyone was, really.

Because my heart was locked up tight, the key buried deep in my soul. And no one, not even Declan Blay, could pick that lock.

WE BARRELED DOWN the highway and she gave me the oddest look when I told her she was beautiful.

“What?” I asked.

She shook her head as if to clear it. “You know this isn’t a date -date, right?”

I shrugged. “I just got out of a shitty relationship myself.”

“I don’t mean friends with benefits either,” she said.