Isaiah gave her a surprised look. “Sure.”
She ignored everyone, giving each of them a kiss good night before following Isaiah out into the living room.
“What is it?” he asked, putting his laptop down.
“If I gave you the name of someone, could you find their number?” she asked.
“Is it someone you suspect is your stalker?”
“No, it’s a friend. Only I don’t know his number since it was on my phone.”
“I should be able to retrieve the information from your phone.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Just give me a while?”
She wanted to urge him to hurry, but she couldn’t do that. “Of course.”
“What’s his name?”
“Gray Hawkins.”
“He means something to you?”
“Yes, he does. He means a lot to me.”
And it hurt more than she could express that she might never see him again.
23
Maeve couldn’t sleep.
It was dark outside, but it was still hot and she was wandering the house unsure of what she wanted. She and Abe had some Thai for dinner and watched a movie after. But then he’d gone to his office to do some work.
And she was left walking around the house, feeling lonelier than ever. She’d slept until nearly midday.
That might have something to do with why she couldn’t sleep right now. She wanted to text and ask Isaiah if he’d found Gray’s contact number, but she knew he was busy.
Still, she really, really needed to talk to Gray. It was gnawing away at her tummy, being away from him.
Why was it so hard? Why did she let him rent so much space in her head?
Maybe because you love him, idiot.
No. Nope.
She did not.
Oh, crap.
Maybe she did. This was not the way her life was meant to go. She couldn’t fall in love with someone who she knew next to nothing about. And who wasn’t ever going to love her back.
Fuck. Moving out onto the covered porch at the back of the house, she sat on the side of the pool and dunked her feet in.
“Maeve, you’re an idiot,” she muttered to herself. “What are you going to do?”
She’d have to work out a way to get over him. Pining away for him forever wasn’t a good option.