Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Logic told her that was unrealistic.
Her chest told her yes. Yes, he could. He had. When they were in each other’s arms or looking each other in the eye, she had full faith. In remembering how perfectly her soul felt complete around Robbie, she felt sick as Madden slowed to a stop at the first stoplight on the way into town. To her left was the deli where she’d gotten sandwiches with Robbie. The sidewalk where he’d held her hand, made her feel protected and special.
He makes me feel so special.
“Is the air on too high? You’re shivering,” Madden pointed out.
“No, I’m fine, I just . . .” She couldn’t deny the sudden urge to bring Robbie into the conversation somehow. To make him present. “Just wondering if Robbie made it to Boston yet.”
Madden was silent while accelerating through the intersection. “Do you want to call him and ask?”
While I’m on my way to have a drink with another man? Probably the only man who could cause Robbie to feel insecure?
Wasn’t that the point?
Nausea roiled in Skylar’s stomach. “No, it’s fine. I’ll call him later.”
Madden said nothing for the rest of the drive, his silence doing nothing to decrease her nerves. After they reached the lot of the bar and he parked, he circled around the back bumper and opened the door for her, holding out his hand to help her down. There was no tingle, no leap of her pulse when her fingers slid into his palm, when he gripped her hand. There was nothing. Not that she’d expected there to be electricity. Not anymore. But the total lack of anything resembling attraction only brought home the fact that she’d come on this date for some kind of vindication. And she hated herself for it.
“Madden, I think I have to go. Can you take me home?”
His brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?”
“I just . . . I don’t think I should be on a date with you when I’m supposed to be with Robbie.” Skylar squeezed her eyes shut. “No, not supposed to be. We are. I decided to trust him and I let my insecurities get the better of me at the first whiff of doubt and he deserves better than that. He really does.”
Madden’s energy slowly shifted into what could only be described as rigid discomfort. “Skylar, I think maybe you got the wrong idea about this. It’s not a date.” He stared off down the row of cars, visibly searching for the correct words. “You’re a wonderful girl. The best. But I think of you as . . . family, I suppose.” He shifted right to left and crossed his arms over his middle. “This is about Eve.” His blue eyes lifted to meet hers. “To me, everything . . . is about Eve.”
Clarity was a bitch.
Her confusion gave way within seconds, parting like dark storm clouds to reveal the brightest clear blue sky imaginable, a sun glaring at her from the very center.
Madden was in love with Eve.
Suddenly the way they looked at each other had new meaning. The way they’d looked at each other since high school. Which meant Skylar had been in love with a man who was in love with her best friend. For years.
Skylar held her stomach to keep it from imploding. Not out of jealousy or sadness or anything like that. She simply couldn’t accept such stupidity from herself. Such a glaring lack of awareness. “Oh my God.”
“You didn’t know?” Briefly, he ducked his head. “I thought I was being so obvious.”
“Not to me.” Skylar marveled over the fact that in the space of a few minutes, Madden had gone from unwanted date to a man clearly lovesick for someone else. It hurt in a way she couldn’t have expected, because she knew what he was experiencing, she’d been there herself, and unrequited love equaled agony. Although her technicolor feelings for Robbie made her wonder if she’d ever truly been in love with Madden in the first place. “Have you told Eve how you feel?”
“She’d have to let me close enough first.” His throat moved with a swallow. “She runs from me.”
“Why?”
“If I had the answer to that, I’d do something about it.” He paused for a good ten seconds, his tongue tucked into his cheek as if he was working up to something. “The reason I brought you here is to ask for your help. Eve has these two children in her care now and she’s struggling to keep the club. The health insurance alone for three people . . .” He shook his head. “If she took my name, they’d have it for free. My contract with the Yankees isn’t on par with some of the more established catchers, Skylar, but it’s a damn good beginning. I could help her. I could provide for her. For them.”