Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)

“You told her?”


“Yeah. I stopped at her grave on the way home from the gym. I used to carry her wedding ring around with me. But, Emma, I love you. I want this to go somewhere with us, and that ring was a symbol of my past. I want you to be my future. So I left the ring with her where it belongs.”

“Wait. You left it at her grave?” I ask, trying to sit up.

Shit, that is a really big deal. I love Caleb, but he just left his dead fiancée’s wedding ring at her grave because he wants a future with me. That is fucking huge for a man who has been carrying it around for five years. What if this doesn’t work out and I have to live with the guilt that he gave everything up for me? He can’t get that back once it’s gone.

“I love you. I don’t need that ring anymore. I just need you.”

I squeeze my eyes shut to hide the uncertainty and panic. I knew things were moving fast with Caleb, and up until now, I was completely on board. However, I don’t think I’m quite ready for him to make life-changing decisions around me yet.

“I love you, too.” I briefly kiss his mouth. “But I need to go home and get my camera and stuff for my shoot tomorrow.”

“What?” he yells, leaning back to look me in the eye.

“I have that thing for the magazine in the morning,” I lie.

“I thought that was next week?” It is totally next week. Damn Caleb for actually listening to me when I talk. “Why didn’t you bring your stuff over tonight? I haven’t gotten to return the massage yet.” He smirks, and it almost makes me want to stay.

I lie again. “I forgot.”

“I’ll wake you up early. You can stop on your way.”

“I can’t. I have to clear a memory card, and that will take a little while. I need to do it tonight.” Jesus, I’m not even sure if I remember how to tell the truth anymore.

“Ugh. You are killing me,” he says, releasing me and rolling to his back.

I stand up and grab my shoes, before heading back to sit beside him on the bed.

“Would it make you feel better if I just run over there and grab my stuff and come back here?”

“Hell yeah it would. Give me a second. I’ll get dressed and drive you over there,” he says, pushing to his feet.

“No, I’m okay. How about you cook me some dinner while I’m gone? I’m starving.”

“Oh, I could use some dinner too.” He rubs a finger across the seam of my jeans between my legs. The heat in his eyes has me wishing I could abandon this mission altogether.

“I’ll be back. Give me an hour and you can have whatever you want.” I press a deep kiss to his lips, pulling away just before his tongue has a chance to find its way into my mouth.

Caleb lets out a groan but lets me go. “One hour, Emmy!” he yells as I head to his front door.

“I love you!” I yell back, shutting the door behind me before he has a chance to respond.

I get in my car and immediately pull out my phone.



Me: Where is Manda’s grave?

Jesse: Oak Terrace Cemetery. Why?

Me: Thank you.

Jesse: Caleb is going to kill me now, isn’t he?

Me: Probably. Just don’t tell him I asked.

Jesse: Oh this does not sound good, Emma.

Me: Trust me. I’m doing the right thing.





THE WORLD rushes around me as I watch Emma walk out my door. I know she’s coming back, but if I have learned anything in my life, it’s that there are always the what-ifs. You can’t live by them, but you can’t forget about them either. But with Emma, I have to consider it all.

When I’m with her, I’m a different man. She sets me free. I never even realized I was trapped until she forced her way into my life. I’ve spent years trying to fly for Manda, but with a smile and an intoxicating laugh, Emma somehow managed to release me.

I’m not a jealous guy—usually. You live, you love, and you don’t stray. If you do, you failed at the first two. But with Emma, it’s a horse of a different color. I hate her best friend just because I think he wants to see her naked. I can’t even see past the green to trust her. All rational thinking flies out the window when it comes to her. I’ve never wanted anything so much. But I’m a fucking hypocrite. I have a body full of tattoos dedicated to my past, including her name across my heart. I don’t think I could be with Emma if the tables were turned. But when she lies in bed with me, I don’t feel like I’m fucked up. She erases it all. And for that alone, she has stolen not only my heart, but my entire soul.