Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Sure, I’d been falling in love with Alasdair Wallace.
No.
The truth: I already knew I was in love with him. I just worried it was too soon, and this was why I almost told him I was when we were at King’s Cross, but I didn’t.
Boy, was I glad I didn’t now.
And okay, he’d said he was doing the same with me.
But I told no lies to Christine moments ago.
This ending shouldn’t be that sad, because we’d hardly even begun.
It felt that way.
It felt like everything.
It felt like forever.
It just wasn’t.
“Sarah is having the things we boxed up at the London house sent out here so it can all be in one place. Alex has asked me to set all the jewelry aside, and some other things, for her to have a look at when she has the time to come back out. We can put them in storage until she does. She might not want anything, but she’s starting a family, and her children might. Or at least they could sell it and put themselves through college with it or something.”
“Yes,” Christine agreed.
“I’ll find an auction house for the stuff we know is going. I’m making some calls this afternoon.”
Christine nodded.
“And outside that, I won’t make any other decisions until…later.”
“I think this is wise, Blake.”
“Okay,” I said. “Good talk.”
She smiled at me and this one wasn’t fake.
I smiled back and mine was.
“Is that all?” Christine asked.
“For now, yes. Thanks for coming up here, Christine.”
“My pleasure, luv. Are you sure you don’t want to come down for a spot of tea? I made a Victoria sponge for your dinner. It’s one of your favorites.”
She was always so kind to me.
Always.
“We can cut into it a little early,” she suggested.
“I’ll wait for dinner. But how about you eat with me? Erin too.”
I could tell she wasn’t entirely comfortable with that.
“We can do it down in the kitchen,” I said. “It’s cozier there.”
She got up and put her hand on the desk. “What I think is that you need to ring your little sister, or someone, and pour your heart out. That’s what I think.” She pushed away from the desk. “But in the meantime, I’ll set up supper in the kitchen for six thirty.”
“Thank you, Christine.”
She gave me a long, lingering look, pushed out a concerned breath and left the room.
I was not calling Alex, that I knew.
She would be lovely. Supportive. Everything I didn’t deserve her to be.
And I didn’t need that.
Especially not now, when the memories were so fresh of what an absolute bitch I’d been to her.
Dad was now so overprotective, he might get mad at Dair, when Dair was just protecting himself.
So Dad was out.
I was close with all of the G-Force, particularly a couple of members.
But they’d now met Dair too, and I could tell, they liked him very much, especially for me. They’d probably lean my way, but all of them knew the mean girl I used to be, so they’d get where he was coming from, and I didn’t need that either.
There was also Hale, who was always there for me, but ditto on the overprotective thing.
The bottom line was, I didn’t have anyone to blame for this but myself.
Maybe someday, I’d find another Chad, and put up with his cheating and neglect, but perhaps I’d be able to raise our children so they didn’t turn out to be assholes.
Like me.
Or maybe someday I’d be like Mum. Foot loose and fancy free, fucking young studs and living it up in St. Tropez.
I made a face at that.
Because I’d earned it, I continued my prolonged and sustained torture and reached to my phone.
It was face down on the desk.
I turned it over.
No texts from Dair since I last checked.
I opened the phone.
The voicemails were up to seven, all unheard. I’d lost count of the texts.
I should block him, but he might know somehow, and I thought that would be insulting, and I didn’t want to insult him.
I just wanted him to stop wasting energy on me.
I thought about texting him to tell him that.
But I didn’t.
There wasn’t much more of Mum’s stuff to go through, but that was the only thing keeping me here.
I had to get it done so I could get out of there.
And far away from Dair.
Thus, I got up and walked out of the room in order to see about doing that.
The phone calls started the next day.
The first was from Alex.
“Hey,” I greeted. “You’re up super early.”
“I’m always up early. So…what’s up with you and Dair?”
God, how did she know something was up with me and Dair being all the way in Arizona and never getting on social media (that I knew)?
Not that anything had been reported about us. The last thing that made the rounds was us going at it at King’s Cross.