"When were you going to tell me?" I take a deep breath and start walking toward him.
"I didn't think it was relevant to anything. I don't even know what to do with the information." I say truthfully.
"What about me, Judson?" He fights the tears back as he stands in front of me. "It's relevant to me. You should've told me what was going on."
He steps back and pulls out a stool. I don't think I've ever seen him so torn up.
"Did Blakely tell you?" I ask, knowing she didn't. Meddling isn't her style.
"No, Hanna let it slip out last night." I sigh, instantly feeling bad for her because I know his temper and that he probably blew up on her.
"Where is Hanna?"
"She's staying at her parent's beach house. We can't even be in the same room. I can't even look at her. She's lied to me for weeks.Just. Like. You," he continues, his tone getting more choppy and loud.
Is withholding the truth the same as lying?
"Have you even talked to B, Judson?" He asks but doesn't give me time to respond.
"Of course you haven't because you've been hiding here in Atlanta thinking you can keep Ryan away from her, but he's already been fucking with her, and you just don't care!"
I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as I try to find something to say.
"What?" I lean in closer to him, and I can feel Carter on my back, ready to jump in.
"You heard me," he barks, slamming a fist into the counter.
"You wonder why I am so fucked up? It's because of you. It's because you can't love anybody Judson, all you know how to do is push them away, and that's all I've seen since I was twelve."
He stands, staring at me through his tear-soaked eyelashes, "If you love Blakely, you shouldn't wait too long to make sure she knows just how much. A girl like her deserves more than this, and so does Hanna. I'm going back to Savannah. Figure it out, Judson, before it's too late."
He grabs his keys and stalks out the door slamming it behind him. Carter shrugs at me and pours himself a drink. Jameson isn't wrong.
"What do you know?" I turn to Carter, and he takes a long drink before setting his cup in the sink.
"You sure you want to know?" He asks.
"No, I asked so you wouldn't tell me."
He doesn't find my sarcasm amusing, as he gives me a death glare.
"Blakely went to photograph a wedding, Ryan ended up being the groom."
The fuck?
"Hanna told Jay last night, apparently it was a few weeks ago. It shook Blakely up pretty bad."
"Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't Hanna tell me?" I ask, pacing a hole in the floor.
"I don't know. Hanna told Jay that Blake thought maybe it was just a coincidence. So they didn't want to stir anything up."
"Coincidence? No." I shake my head.
"I know that, and you know that, but they're innocent in all of this. You know Blake, I think she tries to see the good in every situation. Plus, it doesn't help that I'm sure he turned his fake charm on high." I let out a deep breath. I can't sit here and wonder what he said to her or what he is doing to her.
I march into the bedroom and pull out a bag. Carter stands at the door as I'm throwing clothes and shit inside.
"You know I'm a lawyer, but I can't get you out of everything, so think carefully before you do anything stupid." I roll my eyes at him and continue shoving things into my duffle.