POV: Dusten
I stayed standing in the parking lot long after Naomi drove out through the café gates.
The evening breeze brushed past me lightly, carrying the smell of coffee and car smoke through the air, but I barely noticed it.
My eyes stayed fixed on the empty road ahead.
Naomi Moore.
I let out a low laugh under my breath.
“Who would’ve thought?” I whispered to myself, shaking my head slightly.
Not me.
Definitely not me.
Out of all the things I expected from Naomi, disappearing and rebuilding her life under her maiden name wasn’t one of them.
It was smart.
She had always been too smart for her own good.
And that was what pissed me off the most.
Because for four years I searched for Naomi Carter.
Not Naomi Moore.
I shoved my hands into my pockets slowly, shaking my head aga
