I stared after him, my hands fisted and my nails digging into my palms. That son of a bitch! He’d made it sound like he was the one who’d broken up with me, instead of the other way around.
“Babe?” Wills drew my attention back to him.
“I broke up with him!”
“I believe you.” Those three words reined in my temper, and I took his hand and stared into his chocolate brown eyes.
“I am so fucking lucky I found you, that you wanted me.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“If Paul hadn’t wound up in the hospital—”
He held my hand tightly. “I’d have found you, babe. If I’d had to move heaven and earth, I’d have found you.” And in spite of being in such a public place, he leaned forward and kissed me.
Chris had refilled our coffee cups and removed the plates, and I was about to ask for the check when a shadow fell over our table.
“Will?”
He looked up and then grinned and jumped up. “Cathy!”