The knuckles on my right hand ached as I gripped the steering wheel. The skin wasn’t broken, and they hadn’t started bleeding after making contact with the side of Christopher’s face, but wrapped around the wheel, I could feel the pressure of a new bruise forming. It had been worth it, though…hadn’t it? I didn’t have an answer. I wanted to think it had been worth it, in some puffed-up, protective, way. Who was I kidding? The white knight in shining armor had never been my role. I was used to being the man driving women into the arms of guys like him—after I’d had my fun and never called them back. But Livvie wasn’t like the women I’d had. She was different. Since meeting her, nothing in my life had been the same. I’d done things, thought things, and felt things that went so much deeper than anything else before I met her. And yet, here I was, alone, pissed off, and on an aimless mission to get myself back in control. I was free-falling and I hated the way it felt.
