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“What else is new?! You’re just an old man who is clinging onto youth by fucking every and any pretty thing he sees! Sonia could have been anyone to you!”
I put my hands over my face. I can’t keep from crying any longer. “Please stop…”
Edwin’s voice is low. “You don’t know me at all, Nate.”
“I know that you have three children with three different women, all of whom hate your guts because you’re a shitty excuse for a father and for a man!”
“GET OUT!”
Shit, was that me?
From the look on Nate and Edwin’s faces, it reallywasme.
But he can’t talk like that. Not about Edwin.
I don’t care what he says about me, but he needs to watch his mouth when it comes to his father.
“If you hate us so much, if we’re such bad people, why don’t you just leave–” I push on Nate’s shoulders, “–us–” again, “– alone!” I’ve pushed him all the way to the door.
Nate rubs his hands over the places I’ve pushed him as if I’ve burned him.
“You think I’m a terrible person for what happened to your dad. But you’re just as bad as me, Sonia.” His blue eyes rise to Edwin and then focus back on mine. “You two deserve each other. You’re both?—”
“If you insult her one more time, I’ll be the one removing you from the room, and I won’t be nearly as nice.” Edwin’s voice trembles with darkness.
Nate says nothing else. But the way he stares at each of us shakes me to my core.
And then he’s gone. Just like that.
I don’t bother to watch him go. I grab the doorframe for support and try and catch my breath.
“Sonia.”
My heart falls. I still have Edwin to deal with. “What?”
“Look at me.” The sound of his voice hurts.
I know what he’s going to say. I know he’s going to break my heart, take back all of the beautiful confessions he made before Nate came in and wreaked havoc between us.
That’s not fair, though, to blame it on Nate.
Because it’s my fault.
I ruined this from the very beginning. From before I even step foot into the Lyons Club. Way before that. When I was still in California. When I left Nate. When I applied for the job. Hell, when I even met Nate.
I’ve been misreading all the signs that my relationship with Edwin is some wondrous, cosmic thing.
The way it looks now, it’s been cursed from before the night we met.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
Gripping the doorframe, I force myself to turn around and look at Edwin.
I still want him. So bad.
The lips that have kissed every inch of my body. The eyes that still grip my soul.
