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would hook up with any willing chick thrown into my face?”
    “No!” I yelled back. “I just …” Okay, maybe that was exactly what I did. “Fine!  So what!  I just got back today and I wanted to know if you were back to your old ways!” 
    His teeth ground together, a rarity for Corey.
    “You left me hanging, thinking everything was going to be phenomenal when I woke up.  That everything was going to be fucking perfect! I finally had the only woman I’ve ever loved.  Instead, I woke up to a note that broke my fucking heart.  Every single word pierced through me and left me with the aftertaste that I lost it all. Lost. It. All!  So don’t for one second think you can come back here and start throwing tests at me!”
    Angry tears threatened to pour out.  Memories flooded my mind - the fight, the phenomenal sex, and that note.  It all came rushing back to me and I felt the air once again being knocked from my lungs.  I couldn’t be here anymore. I needed to go home.   Every harsh breath I took was filled with Corey’s scent and it made this situation that much worse. 
    Before I could say anything, he leaned in even closer and spoke again.
    “And, for your information, the answer is no. I don’t fuck any random chick that walks into my bar.  Want to know why?” It was clearly a rhetorical question, since he gave me no chance to respond.
    “This is why - I am foolishly in love with this crazy woman who won’t stop running from me!  I couldn’t forget her even if I tried and she’s the only one I want to be with.  But she is too damn stubborn to let that shit happen.”
    I don’t think I’ve ever been at such a loss for words.  By some cosmic miracle—Corey still loved me. And I was still hurting him.  I needed to do everything possible to rectify the situation, before it was too late.  Sadly, I could hardly form a thought, let alone a sentence.  My mouth hung open like a dead fish as I stared at the man I loved.
    “Get your ass home. It’s cold as hell.  You’re going to get sick if you keep driving around like a maniac.” Corey’s tone softened ever so slightly, letting me hear the voice of the man I left behind.
    “Okay,” I whispered.
    Corey sighed and the smell of mint brushed against my face.  My eyes closed for a moment to commit the aroma to memory. Lord, I was so pathetic.  I opened my eyes in time to see him pull his beanie off his head.
    “Wear a hat from now on.  You don’t want to catch cold,” he said, as he adjusted the hat over my head.  He pulled it down enough to cover my ears. 
    We were inches apart and I wanted nothing more than to lean my lips into his the way I used to so carelessly only months before.  But I didn’t.  Instead, Corey backed away and took with him the warmth I craved from only him.
    “Thank you,” I answered, my eyes locked on his, willing him to see into the inner workings of my mind.  To hear everything I couldn’t say at this moment.
    Corey moved away, then stopped and looked down at me.
    “I’m glad you’re back.” With that he shut the door and returned inside the bar, leaving me a ticking time bomb, ready to break down at the slightest movement. 
    I put the car into gear and drove off before I could think twice.  Gabby’s eyes were fixed on the side of my face the whole ride back, ready to spring into best friend mode the second it was needed.  Thankfully, we made it all the way home in silence, all the while my mind was trained on the hat resting on my head.  I wanted to escape to my room, sob and clutch the hat to my chest. 
    I wished Gabby a hurried goodbye the second we walked through the door.  Unfortunately for me, she didn’t quite understand that I wanted to get away because she took hold of my arm.  I looked into that pitied look in her eyes and felt the stinging tears behind them threatening to unleash.
    “I know you love him. Dani, that man is so in love with you! Now it’s time to let him love you