Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
My heart clenched because…
Wow.
None of what I did was very big. It was just what you did with anyone you cared about.
So…
Damn.
His life with her was even worse than I thought.
“Does she know about Stella?” Savannah sneered.
“Yeah. We’re friends,” I told her. “Stella is the shit.”
“They used to be a thing,” she informed me.
“I know. Fifteen years ago,” I replied.
“If anything ever happened to her and Mace, he’ll excise you before you can say boo so he can sniff after her,” she declared.
At that, Eric dropped his head back to look at the ceiling.
Which told me he’d heard that before.
Maybe a lot.
So it was me who responded to her.
“That’ll never happen, not Mace and Stella breaking up, and not Eric making a play for Stella. It’s old news. Not to mention, he’s with somebody.”
“I—” Savannah started.
“Fuck! Enough!” Eric exploded, and both Savannah and I jumped when he did.
Me having that reaction wasn’t a surprise. He’d never done that around me, to say nothing of the fact I didn’t think he had it in him. He was a mellow guy. That said, we were very new.
It was Savannah having that reaction that told the tale. Because he’d obviously never lost it around her, and considering all that was her, that spoke volumes.
Her eyes were also wide in shock, which spoke volumes more.
“I cannot fucking believe I wasted over half a decade with a woman who doesn’t listen, a woman who lays on a doorbell at nearly nine at night and then forces herself into my house in order to shove her shit down the throats of me and my woman,” he gritted. “We’re done, Savannah. Divorced. Finished. I moved to a different state to get away from you. Fucking clue the fuck in. We’re over.”
Her hand flitted to her throat. “My God, Eric, you don’t have to be cruel about it,” she said in a small voice.
I really should have found it in me to stop it, but I couldn’t. This bitch was a total trip.
I busted out laughing.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
Eric was again looking over his shoulder at me, and a muscle was ticking in his jaw.
At the muscle, I forced myself to stop laughing, but it was hard.
“I see we want different things,” Savannah said.
Good Lord.
“We do? You think?” Eric drawled sarcastically.
A snort escaped me.
Eric shot me another look.
I lifted my hand to him and nodded, sharing I’d be good.
“I don’t need to be humiliated,” Savannah declared.
“I didn’t ask you to my house, or let you in, just pointing that out,” Eric replied.
She looked at him, at me, back to him, lifted her chin and stated, “At least no one can say I didn’t try.”
God, Stella had this bitch down.
“Congratulations.” Eric was still drawling sarcastically. “You worked hard, Savannah. I’m just not the man for you. Now, please, can you promise we’re done with this shit?”
She huffed then shared, “You won’t see me again.”
“It took me forty-three years, and just yesterday it came clear I found the woman I’ve been looking for since I knew what girls were, and still, that vies for the best news of my week,” Eric returned.
Aw.
I was feeling warm again.
She looked shocked. She then looked hurt. After that, she morphed to calculating. That was quickly edged out by hurt again.
She waited for Eric to respond to her self-inflicted wound, and when he didn’t, she straightened her spine and announced, “I’ll just be going.”
“Excellent idea,” Eric replied.
He sauntered to the door, opened it and stood there, holding it open.
Without looking at me, she moved that way and stopped to peer up at him.
She then either extremely belatedly reached for the high ground or made another play, it really didn’t matter, he was done with her.
“Even with all this, I truly hope you have a good life and you’re happy, Eric.”
“Thrilled, Savannah, since I can confirm I got both…” his pause was so heavy, I braced in order to be certain I didn’t start laughing again, “now.”
Ouch.
Cripes!
Though, awesome comeback.
She walked out the door.
He closed it and locked it.
Then he turned to me.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I honestly think that’s the end of it. No way she’d endure that humiliation and come back for more.”
I bit my lip because, yeah…that was intense.
I stopped biting it to ask, “Does that mean you’re okay?”
Something shifted through his face, and I recognized it.
He understood I got him because I’d asked the right question. Twice.
“It didn’t feel good humiliating her like that,” he admitted.
“I’m sure,” I agreed.
“Unfortunately, she took it to a place where there was no other choice,” he stated.
“Yes,” I agreed again. “She one hundred percent did that.”
“And it fucks me to lose my cool like that,” he went on.
I knew it.
That wasn’t him.
Really, totally, such a good guy.
“She took it to that place too,” I reminded him.
“It still fucks me.”