“I know. My penis has not been faithful to you. When it gets hurt, it has a tendency to self-sabotage. Feel better?”
“Kind of.”
We share a smile.
“I do love you back, you know?”
“We’re good,” he assures as he pulls up his phone. “I want more background on this asshole.”
I cover his phone with my hand. “Don’t. Promise me you won’t. Promise me.”
“Why?”
“Because I know all I need to about him. And he’s not the enemy.”
“Fine. But I hate him.”
“I do too.”
He lifts a brow. “No, you don’t.”
I turn to him, my eyes stinging. “Ryan, he owes me, and I’m here to collect. And the only way I can do that is if this deal goes my way. This is really important to me.”
He grips my hand and kisses the back of it before letting go. “I’ve got you.”
“Thank you.” Turning the ignition, I freeze when I see Tobias standing in front of my hood on the sidewalk staring directly into the car, his lethal gaze on Ryan before drifting to me. In the next second, he disappears down the row of cars and out of sight.
“That wasn’t scary at all,” Ryan speaks up next to me. “Should I expect to see a bloody, decapitated horse head in my hotel bed in the morning?”
Still in my car, I sit out another bout of freezing rain in the front of the house as silence lingers on the other side of the line.
“Christy? You there?”
I glance down at the phone in my lap and see the call is connected, the seconds ticking by.
“Chris—”
“Let me get this straight,” I hear the swish of her bathwater. “Three days ago, you called me to help you with the seating chart for your posh, high society Atlanta wedding, and today you’re in Triple Falls because you had a dream, tore up your wedding dress, broke up with your fiancé, decided to sell your father’s business to a man who ripped you apart, and shortly after your college boyfriend confessed he was still in love with you?”
“Yes, I know it sounds crazy but—”
“Crazy? No, crazy would be a downgrade. This is a late-season Grey’s Anatomy episode. Everything but the kitchen sink.”
I’d dropped Ryan off at his hotel, and though he said we were okay, I knew he turned down dinner due to our awkward drive back to town. He’d all but ignored me by answering emails, but I felt the distance. Had I been so oblivious to his feelings?
“I feel awful.”
“Everyone knew he was in love with you. I saw his face when Collin proposed, and it was so sad.”
“Now I feel worse.”
“You didn’t lead him on, but damn, how I miss having boy problems.”
“You have the perfect husband.”
“He left the toilet seat up last night and didn’t flush. I fell into the toilet and woke up both my children, and we all screamed until dawn. I’m still not talking to him.”
I can’t help the laughter that bubbles up. The world I left seems so far away now as I gaze at Roman’s front door.