Chapter Twenty Eight

Skye.

Skye?

Where the fuck are you, princess? You were supposed to meet me.

He couldn't see a damn thing. It was all black. Was she swimming? He groaned. Had he forgotten that she had a swim meet? He shook his head, but it wouldn't move. What was going on? Nothing made sense. Skye wasn't a kid anymore. She'd graduated.

She owned her own business and was going places. Nobody was prouder of her than him.

Warmth covered him. Hell no, Skye wasn't a kid no more. She was a grown-ass woman. The most beautiful woman that ever walked the earth. That was his Skye.

You're my old lady, princess. Always have been, I guess. It just took me a while to understand that you were all grown up. But I'm not going to waste time anymore. I'm not going to let you out of my sight again.

What was that God damn pain from? Why the fuck couldn't he see?