He went to the door and opened it, pausing for just a moment to see if she’d run to him. Try to stop him from leaving.
She didn’t.
Fuck.
“See you later,” he tossed over his shoulder as he walked through the door, slamming it so hard the windows rattled. He pounded down the steps, his strides long and quick as he headed toward his truck. He refused to look back, knew it would be nothing but a disappointment.
She wasn’t going to chase after him, wasn’t going to stop him from leaving. She was letting him go so she could think about things. What the hell did that even mean? It wasn’t like they spent all of their time together. She worked fulltime. He had crazy hours. When they were together it felt like a stolen moment, moments he’d always cherished.
Looked like he’d been the only one cherishing those moments. God, he was such a stupid ass.
Evan climbed into his truck and started it, pumping the gas so the engine roared in the quiet of the early evening. The sound gave him no satisfaction. Nothing did. He put the truck into reverse and unable to help himself, glanced up at the window he knew was Morgan’s bedroom.
And saw her peeking through the cracked blinds, watching him.
Pissed, he backed out of the spot and sent his tires squealing as he fled the parking lot. He’d go home, crack open a couple of beers, drown his sorrows in liquor and then crash out. He had to work early tomorrow so he’d do what he always did.
Focus on his job. It was the only thing he could count on. The only thing that gave him any source of true satisfaction. He needed to f
ace the truth. What he’d shared with Morgan had been nothing but an illusion.
A pretty one, but an illusion nevertheless.
And that realization really fucking sucked.
Chapter Seven
“You’re a dumbass.”
Morgan rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the faith. I appreciate it.”
“It’s true. You told him you wanted space? That you needed time because you couldn’t figure it out? I hope you don’t lose him.” Jenna shook her head.
Morgan wanted to smack her friend. She also wanted to smack herself for telling her what she’d said to Evan. Three nights ago it had happened and it still hurt. Bad.
Really bad.
Maybe it was the truth hurting her and not what she’d done. Jenna had a point. Maybe she was a complete dumbass.
“It’s probably too late. He hasn’t called me. I left him a voicemail last night.” A complete moment of utter weakness. “But he hasn’t called me back.”
They were in the lunchroom, splitting a sandwich from the Subway close by. Morgan wasn’t hungry. She could hardly eat a thing and had probably lost five pounds these last couple of days after what happened. She’d always wanted to lose those last five pounds and had no idea the breakup diet was the way to go.
Not that she’d broken up with Evan but what with the way things were unfolding…
“Maybe you should go see him.”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I’m so confused.” All she knew was that once he wasn’t around she wanted him close by at all times. She missed him. Missed hearing his laugh, his easy smile, the commanding way he’d pull her into his strong arms and kiss her. She flat out missed him.
And being without him was growing more painful as each day passed.
“Well, you certainly don’t look happy without him. Weren’t you happy when you were with him?” Jenna asked, knocking her from her thoughts.
“I was almost too happy when we were together. And something like that—it can’t last. Can it?”
“Listen.” Jenna leaned in close, her expression as serious as Morgan had ever seen it. “I did this with Brett. I freaked out on him and acted like a twit.”
Morgan nodded. “I remember. You lost it right here in the lunchroom.”