“Come in. We need to talk.”
She felt the heaviness of Sean’s statement at the restaurant weighing on her heart. She wasn’t sure if he heard what she said this morning, but now she knew. Hearing him say those three powerful words, his brother’s question and Zoë’s comments, she needed clarification. An old fashioned heart to heart conversation, that’s what Zoë suggested.
“What’s on your mind?” He took his coat off and braced himself. Ever since Jordan asked that question, he’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Do you want coffee?” Kyla asked.
“No.”
He followed her into the middle of the living room. She turned to face him and blurted out the million dollar question. “Do you want to get married?”
He looked at her not blinking. “Yes. Do you?”
“I’m not sure.” A huge smile came across his face. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because you didn’t say no.”
“I didn’t say yes either.”
“A few months ago, when I asked if you wanted to get married, you said emphatically, no.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And now, you said you’re not sure.”
She rubbed her forehead. “Sean, I love you.”
“And I love you.”
“Just because I love you, doesn’t mean I want to marry you.”
He went from elated to confused. “I don’t understand.”
“Every relationship doesn’t lead to marriage.”
Those sounded like the same words Trina had said. “Wait a minute, but you said you love me.”
“Yes, I do, but I don’t know if…you want the whole thing, kids, family reunions, soccer games, family vacations, business dinners, a showpiece, and I’m not sure if I can be that person.” He nodded.
“Who is when they get married?”
“See, now you’re saying marriage changes you and I don’t want to change.”
He knew that wasn’t true, because in the past ten months she had changed dramatically. Now he just had to convince her that some change was good. “Okay.”
“Okay?” This wasn’t the answer she was expecting. She thought they’d fight and in the end, he’d see things her way.
“Yeah, okay.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. He reached into his pocket and put the two keys to her apartment on the dining table, slipped his coat on and started toward the door.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I told you in the beginning, before we started this, that I wanted to get married. I thought that’s what you wanted, but since you don’t, then…”
“Wait a minute, just like that, it’s over?”