I turn to him, and he wraps his arms around me. “My eyes are leaking again,” I whisper.
He gives me his handkerchief.
A few moments later his phone rings, and I ease away so he can answer it.
When he disappears to the study, I dash out, hit the elevator button, and punch in the code for the penthouse. He didn’t change it at least, I think. I could have tried to see him earlier, but the distance between us felt too big, insurmountable. He said he needed space.
But now ...
I bang on the door, and it flies open.
Jasper is there; he sees me and blinks.
I push past him. “Where is he?”
He follows me, grabbing a shirt off the back of the chair and slipping it on.
“Are you okay? You’re—”
“I’m fine! Where’s Tuck?”
I walk downstairs, into the library, into his bedroom. The bed is made, the bathroom clean.
“He hasn’t been here since you left. You’re pregnant,” he murmurs with a wondering expression on his face as he looks at my stomach. “I mean, now that I know, I see it. Are you doing all right? Taking your vitamins? Eating good? I have sisters.”
I hug him fiercely, and he grunts and wraps his arms around me. “He sent his lawyers, Jasper. He doesn’t want to see her.”
He pets my hair. “Darling, I don’t know what to tell you. He’s crazy about you.”
I sniff. “But where is he? Is it the loft? A hotel?”
He steps back, a look of unhappiness on his face.
“Tell me!”
“He’s at the marina, where the yacht is. He’s getting it ready to take out.”
A gust of air comes from me. “He’s leaving.”
Jasper winces. “Yeah. He saw his mother, and whatever happened, it was bad. I think he wants to leave it all behind.” He stops. “Not you, though. You know he cares about you.”
But maybe he was always looking for a reason to end us?
“It’s really over for him.”
He reaches for me, but I step back. I look at the Pollock, and anger boils. I wish I could set fire to it and destroy everything that hurts Tuck.
But this is his choice.
Just like I had a choice.
I chose her and me.
He chose himself.
Chapter 20
TUCK