told Hannah that he would.
"No you fucking well won't," Gunner growled, but neither Rich nor Hannah acknowledged him. Rich hesitated before turning to leave, and Hannah watched him until he disappeared out of sight before turning her attention back to Gunner.
"Just when I didn't think it was possible to hate you more, you go and prove me wrong. I told you I’m with Rich now," she spat.
Gunner jerked back as if he had been slapped in the face. There was so much venom and hatred in her voice that he never thought possible – not from his sweet Hannah. He suddenly became aware of the people who had stopped on the street to watch the three of them. Groaning, Gunner knew it would only be a matter of hours before the James brothers would, once again, be front-page news. He shook his head. How was it that he could never manage to stay out of trouble for more than one day?
"Let me take you home," Gunner growled gruffly, heading back toward his bike.
For the first time in his life, he felt unsure of himself. He knew that Hannah was going to be pissed, and he had spent the last three years praying for her to be there when he got him, but he never expected to hear hate in her voice. Their lives had been set, and they had been inseparable for nearly four years. They were going to get married, raise a family, and sure, she was pissed at him, but had she really given up on him? Looking over his shoulder, he could see that Hannah had made no move to follow him. She stood in the middle of the road, arms folded, watching him leave.
"Are you coming?" he said, stopping. Hannah flashed him a look that could have killed a weaker man, and shook her head.
"You have to be kidding, right? You’ve been drinking, and you're more pissed than a caged polecat. I’m not going anywhere with you."
Gunner considered this for a moment, but he knew she was right. “Fine” he said, stepping out onto the street and hailing a passing cab.
I have to get out of here , Hannah told herself. Gunner was determined to win her back, and he would not let her rest until he got his way. Joining Gunner beside the cab, Hannah tried to slide in, but Gunner blocked her entrance. He slung his arm across the top of the passenger door, and leaned in close. Hannah's mouth went dry and she felt the palms of her hands start to grow clammy.
"Baby, I love you," he whispered. Gunner's eyes searched Hannah's, looking for some glimmer of hope, but he found none. "Please, don’t give up on me yet."
Gunner pushed himself off the car, allowing Hannah to get into the cab, his eyes never leaving her. Hannah opened her mouth to say something, but the words would not come. Slamming the cab door behind her, she motioned for the driver to start driving, leaving Gunner standing there, watching Hannah leave him once again. What he didn't hear was the sound of Hannah's own heart breaking as she once again left the only man she had ever – or would ever – love.
Chapter Four
Charlie chatted away happily to herself and anyone who would listen as she sat coloring in the booth, while Hannah cashed up her float after her shift at the diner.
"Hey, baby," Hannah said, sliding into the booth next to Charlie, who beamed up at her. God, I love this kid , Hannah thought, as she pulled Charlie closer to her, kissing her soft hair. On days like this, when the days ran one into another and Hannah thought this would be her life forever, one smile was all she needed to find strength.
Looking up, Hannah saw her friend approach their booth with a plate piled high with food.
"Thank you," Hannah said, as Grace gently slid the plate onto the table. "I would do anything for this little one. I'm just sorry I can't join you. Some of us have to keep working and all that."
Grace winked at Hannah before turning her attention to Charlie, who giggled in delight at Grace's tickle onslaught. Grace straightened, standing, watching Charlie fondly as she grabbed handfuls of fries and