Page 80 of Theirs to Treasure

Does he deserve a second chance?

I’m not convinced of that, but I know that my baby does, and so does our future.

I’m willing to try, even though I’ve never been more terrified in my entire life.

Before I can lose my nerve, I drive to the West U house. At this point, I don’t dare think of it as ours.

My palms sweaty, I walk up the path to the front porch that hasn’t yet been decorated, and I press the bell, hearing an echoing chime deep inside the house.

Moments later, the door opens, and Forrest stands there, pale, unshaven, eyes slightly puffy, as if he hasn’t slept in weeks.

And still, I’ve never seen a more handsome man.

“Harper.” He grabs hold of the doorframe to steady himself. “I didn’t think this moment would ever happen.”

I wasn’t sure it would either.

“Would you like to come in?”

The old Forrest would have told me to get my ass inside before berating me for running away, and maybe clamping a hand on my wrist to ensure my compliance.

The house hasn’t changed at all since I was here last.

They still have the old furniture, and there is no art on the walls.

It’s as if time has stood still.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

Since I’m not sure I’m capable of holding onto anything, I shake my head.

“A hot chocolate?” Zev asks, casually strolling into the room.

Choking on a happy laugh, I hurry into his open arms. “Welcome home,” he whispers for my ears only.

After dropping a kiss on the top of my head, he promises to return quickly.

“You’re really leaving me?”

“Yeah.” He flicks a gaze at his brother. “You and me are good, sweet princess. And we always will be. But that asshole”—he points at Forrest—“has a lot to account for.”

I nod.

“I’ll be close by.”

“Would you like to have a seat?” Forrest asks when we’re alone.

“I’d rather stand.” I move to the patio doors, keeping distance between us and allowing me the freedom to move around.

He sinks onto the couch, leaving a wide, inviting space next to him.

“I received your note,” I say into the silence.

“Did you read it?”

We both know I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t. “I’d like to hear the words from you.”

“Starting with the part where I’m an asshole?”