Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Call him.”
I blew out a long breath. “I’ll think about it.”
She dug through the small purse slung across her body. She searched through a stack of cards and handed me one.
“When you’ve talked to him, call Larissa.”
I looked at the card. “I told you I don’t want to see a therapist.”
Sabrina snorted. “And you call Mario stubborn.”
“It’s not stubbornness.”
“It is too. Neither one of you wants help.”
No, it wasn’t. I was just being realistic. “I tried this kind of help.”
“Finding the right therapist isn’t easy.”
“And you think your friend is right for me?”
“If she’s not, she’ll help you find someone who is.” Sabrina folded my hand closed around the card. “Just think about it. Please.”
Could I try again? For Jeremy I might have, but now…
“Do this for you,” she said as if she’d read my mind.
“I’ll think about it.” That was the best I could promise.
Jeremy
“I told you to tell him,” David huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter and glaring at me.
I brought the knife down hard through an apple I was chopping. I needed pie. I needed to roll out dough and make it come together because I could control that, unlike the storm churning inside me—the one David was doing nothing to calm. “You’re blaming me?”
David simply stared until I looked away.
“Fine. I fucked up, but he—”
“Hurt you right back. Sure he did.”
“Wait. Are you defending him?” It was bad enough David wasn’t coddling me. Now he was taking Connor’s side?
“He cares for you,” David said.
“But you told me that was impossible, that he’d never fall for me.”
“No, I said it was improbable. That’s hardly the same thing.” The bastard had the nerve to grin.
“Close enough,” I grumbled.
“The difference can be the deciding factor in court. Don’t knock it.”
“You told me not to plan my life around Connor.”
“Right, but telling him you have a job offer and making your decision based on what he thinks of it are not the same thing.”
I hated that David was right and that I could never win an argument with him. Fucking lawyer. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“Run away.”
“So, take the job.”
I sighed. “I tried and it didn’t work.”
David frowned. “What do you mean? Did they change their mind or something? Can they do that?”
I could see his legal brain spinning, reviewing what he knew about contract law and job offers. “No, they didn’t change their mind. I’ve tried to pick up the phone and call to accept the job at least ten times since the other night. I’m physically incapable of doing it.”
“What does that say?” David gave me a pointed look that made me want to chuck an apple at him.
“That I’m an idiot?” Wow, could I sound any more bitter?
“No dear, it says you don’t actually want the job.” I hated his patronizing tone.
“I wish I could just run away and not have to think about all this anymore.”
“Really?”
I shrugged. “I got an offer on the house.”
“What?”
“It just came in this morning.”
His expression changed from self-satisfied to concerned. “Don’t make a hasty decision.”
“If I had the money for the house along with what I’ve already inherited, I could just travel for a while. Fuck off and do whatever I wanted.”
“And then what? You’ve never been reckless.”
Why was he being so damn difficult? “Taking time off to travel isn’t reckless. Adventurous, yes, but you’re always saying I should be more adventurous.”
David sighed. “Do I really have to be the sensible one here?”
“Apparently, you do,” I said. “I think you had to take on that role the last time I broke up with someone.”
“You and Connor didn’t break up. You just stopped talking to him.”
He hadn’t seen the look in Connor’s eyes when I’d confronted him that night. “It’s not like he’s called me.”
“It’s only been two weeks.”
“Yeah, but I went over there. I tried to talk and—”
David snorted. “Talk? I don’t think that’s what you did. And he was angry. Now he probably assumes he blew it. He’s not going to call you.”
I realized I’d forgotten to put lemon juice on the apple I’d chopped, and it had turned brown. Fucking perfect. “Am I supposed to just give in?”
“Do you really want to walk away? You love Connor, I know you do.”
“I…” I couldn’t deny it, but I wasn’t going to set myself up to be rejected again either. “Fine, I love him, but that won’t make things work between us.”
“Don’t accept the offer on the house without talking to him.”
I picked up another apple and started peeling it—anything to distract myself from the judgment in David’s eyes. “If he wanted—”
“You’re scared. I get that, but—and believe me this isn’t easy for me to say—Connor might be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
His words startled me so much I nearly cut myself. “Really?”