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"Then he came back to my life and made me love him again. He showed me that I never stopped, that I couldn't stop loving him. My sobs have melted down into full-on wails now but I can't seem to stop.
“Oh God, Drew I love him. Desperately.” I’m yelling and causing a scene but either the others are wise to stay away or they're just engrossed in their steak. “And he just keeps hurting me.” I double over with the sudden ache in my belly but Drew holds me up and leads me into the house.
When my hysterical wailing subsides, I see we're standing in the living room. Drew strokes a hand over my head and murmurs. "Kiddo I'm sorry. I was wrong about Jordan, wrong for dismissing your relationship. I was proud and stubborn and so blinded by anger that I couldn’t see how much you suffered. I’m so sorry Bree. I was wrong and I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” His eyes are wet with tears too.
I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear him take accountability, how much I needed him to ask for forgiveness. Icicles thaw around my heart.
We stay that way, hugging tightly until the hiccups stop.
“It’s alright Drew, I appreciate you saying that. It's a shame though, it's no use. He wasn’t good for me in the end.”
"Did you know Jordan came to see me three times? I must confess I hated him on sight and I kicked him out the first time. But he kept coming back and soon he started talking about how you were doing really well for yourself in Manhattan and I needed to see you in your element. The way his face would light up when talking about you…I realized I was wrong about him."
"But he cheated! He has a girlfriend."
“Bree, kiddo. Do you even know where Jordan was two days ago when you thought he was with Elena? Because I don’t think you do."
He was in the shower… probably after being in bed with Elena. I can't say that out loud without a flash of pain lancing through my chest so I only shake my head.
"He sent a jet for me on Thursday. At the last minute when I insisted I’d never get on a plane if he wasn’t there because it might be a trap, he flew from wherever he was holding meetings, straight to Henderson to pick me up and bring me down here.”
Sounds like the kind of fuss Drew would kick up.
“Jordan was right here with us, settling me here with your uncle when your text came in. The only time I see that kind of confusion and grief on people’s faces is when they lose a relative. I had to take the phone off him to see what had upset him that much. I don’t think he knew what hit him the way he was acting. Now I don’t know what he did after he left here, but I’m guessing he didn’t jump into bed with Elena.”
Wild elation builds behind my ribcage but I tamp it down. Okay. The bitch lied.
And I believed her and shut him out. Again. Oh my God.
The sound of a car pulling up on the gravel driveway sounds unnaturally loud. We ignore it.
“But Drew, why would she be in his house half naked? She was clearly waiting for him to get back. How come she has access to his house?”
“That I can't answer. But the man in question has just turned up. Maybe you’d like to ask him yourself.”
I panic, whirling around just as Jordan is pushing the screen door open. My fingers dig reflexively into Drew’s arm as I fight the urge to run to away. Or to him, I'm not sure. All I know is I’ve just been yelling at the top of my lungs about how much I love him and it’s too late to snatch my words back.
Jordan steps into the living room but doesn’t come any closer, instead leans back against the door jamb. And looks at me. I see a world of need, hurt, and unconditional acceptance. He doesn’t even spare Drew a glance. He looks at me with so much love and desire, I no longer care about the questions I had two seconds ago.
Drew removes my hand from where it's digging into his forearm and backs away but Jordan and I keep looking at each other. He’s wearing a V-neck sweater which shows off the corded muscles in his neck. I want to bury my tear-stained face in there so bad I can taste it.
“Come here Sabrina,” he says softly. It’s a small room but I run into his arms. I’m that eager for him. His arms around me feel like home. “I’m sorry,” I say wretchedly against his neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you and I shut you out again. I missed you so much. And...and Jordan, I love you.”
He stills, then looks at me. I feel like I might spontaneously combust with the heat in his gaze.
“I hate feeling vulnerable, that's why I’ve been scared to say it but you’ve taught me that remaining silent doesn’t make me any weaker than admitting my feelings. So I’m saying Jordan, I’m so in love with you right now it’s not even funny.”
His face lights up in a slow, oh-so-sexy smile, his blue eyes twinkling. My body stirs in its awareness of him, my skin feels too tight and my breasts start to ache. “I know baby."
I’m not sure how I haven’t melted into a puddle yet and somehow I hold his gaze.
“Listen, Elena was my girlfriend for a year. We broke up six months ago. She’s been wanting more but I’ve always made it clear I don’t. I have no clue why she came to my home on Friday and I apologize that she upset you. The porter let her in because he knows her. Nothing of the sort will ever happen again. I can promise you that Bree.”
“Thanks for telling me. I’m really sorry too, I should have given you the benefit of the doubt. If you’ll give me another chance, I’ll do a better job of trusting you in the future.”
His smile turns lethal and it turns my brain to mush. “If you really mean that, then I have a good idea of where you could start.”
“Where?”
