“You were worried about it?”
“Yeah. A bit.” She’d actually been able to laugh and have fun without feeling guilty. It was freeing.
“They’re good people. You seemed to get on well with Mila and Sasha.”
Yeah, they had. Particularly after a few margaritas. Seemed like she was just making friends left, right and center.
“They asked me to go shopping with them next weekend. I think I’ll go.” She didn’t have to have money to window shop.
“Good, I’m glad. I might be busy next weekend.” He pulled up outside her apartment building. They walked toward her apartment in silence. Cady waited until they were inside the apartment before questioning him.
“Busy doing what?” she asked.
“Hmm?” he said as he grabbed a glass and poured some juice into it. “Oh, just some things to do with my sister’s estate.”
She frowned. “Didn’t she die months ago?”
“Yes. But there are some loose ends to tie up.”
She supposed that made sense, but why did she feel like he was holding back?
“Are you sure I can’t help? I know how hard this must be, if there is anything I can do—”
“There isn’t,” he said, interrupting her. He turned away, putting the glass in the sink, looking out at the window.
“You’ve never really said how she died.”
“Because I don’t want to talk about it,” he replied, turning around.
“Fine. I get it.”
“Get what?” he replied, looking confused.
“I get the way you want this relationship, or whatever it is we have, to go. I’m to share everything, tell you all the skeletons in my closet, but when it comes to your life then I’m to shut up and understand that you don’t want to talk about it.”
Hunter ran his hand through his hair. “That’s not it at all—”
“No? Then how come you won’t talk to me? How come you keep shutting me out? Is it because you don’t want to be with me anymore? Is that it?”
“What? No.” He stepped forward and took her shoulders in his hands. “How could you think that?”
“Because you never share anything about yourself, Hunter. It’s not just your sister’s death, it’s your whole past. You know everything about me and I know next to nothing about you. Now you’re completely shutting me out and I want to know why.”
“Cady, I’m sorry you feel that way, but I’m honestly not doing this to hurt you or to shut you out. I just have a few things to deal with at the moment and I can’t talk about them right now.”
She knew that if she tried to pull the same thing he’d pester her until he got her to spill every little detail. But other than tying him down and torturing him she had no way of getting this out of him.
“Got it. You need some space to deal with whatever it is you’ve got going on.”
He sighed, smiling a little. “Thanks for understanding, baby. I knew you’d get it.”
No, she didn’t get it. Not at all. Maybe she was being a needy bitch. Maybe other women would let their men just shut them out like this, but Cady couldn’t.
“I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed.”
“All right. I’ll be in shortly,” he replied.
“Actually, I think it would be better if I went to bed alone. You’ve probably got things to do tomorrow and I was planning on sleeping in. I’m beat.” It wasn’t a lie. She was exhausted.