Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Was I just a fun little side dish to him? Had he been able to keep his real feelings locked away? Could I have mistaken all his sweet gestures and perfect kisses and warm, protective embraces for something they weren’t? Was this just one more link in the chain of infatuations I’d blown all out of proportion?
I couldn’t make myself believe it.
What I felt for Dex was real. What we had together was good.
What we could have been would always make me wonder.
Twenty-Three
Dex
I barely slept Saturday night, and Sunday I skipped going to church. As much as I liked seeing the girls there, I didn’t even feel like I could face them after what I’d done. I was sick to my stomach every time I thought about it.
Instead, I hid out all day in my condo like a criminal—which was exactly how I felt.
I’d done something unpardonable. I’d stolen something valuable. I’d vandalized something beautiful.
And I’d lied to someone who deserved the truth.
But she knew, a stubborn voice in my head would argue. She knew from the beginning what this had to be. It doesn’t matter how I really feel. What good would it do her to hear the words?
I loved her—of course I did. But that kind of love wasn’t stable or dependable. That kind of love wasn’t a solid foundation. It felt strong, but that was an illusion. What love did was drain your strength and take away your ability to make good decisions.
And you couldn’t second-guess yourself. If I’d learned anything as a SEAL sniper, it was that I had to trust myself to make split-second decisions under the most stressful circumstances imaginable—there was no time for doubt or uncertainty. It was a matter of survival.
I’d saved us both.
There was no way she and I could have made things work, not even if she’d stayed here. She was too young. She had everything ahead of her—marriage and kids and her fucking twenties. I was so far removed from that stage of life, where anything seems possible and all your dreams are still alive. And I’d already had my children. What I needed to focus on now was raising them.
She’d been a welcome distraction, but it was over now.
It killed me to think of her hurting, just on the other side of the wall, but I stayed strong.
Someday she’d thank me.
On Monday afternoon, I went to the gym for a few coaching sessions, during which I barked at the guys more than necessary and made them work five times as hard. Usually, they thanked me after training, or stuck around and talked with me a little, but today every single one of them took off as soon as we were done.
Not that I blamed them.
On the way home, I thought about stopping at Justin and Bree’s, but I hadn’t spoken to either of them since Saturday night and didn’t feel like rehashing the breakup. It was too raw.
I knew I owed my sister an apology for yelling at her, and I’d give it, but I wasn’t ready yet. If she started coming at me with all that shit about being afraid to love someone, I’d lose it again.
When I got home, I showered and made myself some dinner, but I had no appetite. Stretching out on the couch, I tried to get Freddie Purrcury to sit with me while I watched TV, but he refused.
“What did I ever do to you?” I said as he presented me with his ass and put his tail in the air before walking away.
I looked at my cell phone on the coffee table, tempted for the millionth time to call Winnie and ask her how she was feeling. Did she hate me? Would she leave town without speaking to me again? The thought made my heart sink like a stone.
Maybe I could just send her a quick text. Just check in—as a friend. Make sure she was okay.
But the words got stuck between my mind and my fingers, and I couldn’t do it.
Instead, I called the girls to say goodnight. Luna was still in the shower, so I chatted with Hallie for a few minutes. “Are you writing any new stories?” I asked her.
“I’m still working on the one about the ogre and the princess.”
“Oh.” My heart lurched. “So tell me what’s happening.”
“Well, the princess was very brave and went to seek out the ogre in the forest. She finds his cave.”
“How did she know where to look?”
“She followed the sound of his snoring.”
I almost smiled. “Go on.”
“So she calls out to him, and he’s extra grumpy because she woke him up, but he listens to her story about her cat Tigger running up the tree.”
“Does he agree to help?”
“No.”
“Why not?” I frowned, annoyed that even in ogre form I was a jerk.