IAN’s POV :

Fucking bullshit!

I got in a car as fast as I could and drove until the bridge when I stopped myself. She didn’t want me to come. She wanted some space. Punching the steering wheel in anger, I turned the car around and drove back.

We are ninety miles apart. How much more space does she want?

I didn’t understand this at all. She chose to talk about big life decisions with that Tristan guy over me, her own fiancée. What the hell?

“I didn’t ...