I was hurt. Hell, I was devastated. I tried for a couple of days to give him space, reach out, and let him process the violence at his club. Sawyer built a brick wall and he did not want me to climb it. I had seen Cassidy with a broken heart. The damage it had done to her when she and Craddock had separated for a time was something I could not repair. She had to feel the way she felt and then move on. I understood it now in a way I had not then. Even my divorce was nothing compared to the sense of loss I was experiencing. It was a body blow I had not seen coming and was not prepare for. Divorce, at least in my case, was easier than total heartbreak. I felt an ache in my chest when I tried to take a deep breath. On paper, Sawyer was right. He and I did not belong together. Convincing my head, my heart, and every cell in my body was another thing entirely. However, only young girls have the luxury of fully immersing themselves in heartbreak. I had shit to get done. Crying in my ice cream would have to wait.
What do You think about Sawyer (Great Wolves Motorcycle Club, #5) (2016)?
