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I quickly turned and stared out the window.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”
“It’s fine. I just can’t figure out why in the world you would want to do that to her. If she’s happy and moved on, what in the world would possess you to want to interfere with that?”
“She slept with me when she was with him.”
I sucked in a breath. “She cheated on the guy she’s marrying … with you?”
“Yeah, I guess…if that’s how you want to label it.”
“There is no labeling shit, Wes. She cheated on him. And now you think that means she wants you back?”
“She might.”
A rush of anger swept over me. “You stupid, dumbass, male species, idiot. She cheated on him with you and that’s who you label as your soul mate?”
He snapped his head and glared at me. “What did you just call me?”
“You heard me. Why in the world would you want this woman back? She broke your heart, then proceeded to toy with you by sleeping with you when she was in a relationship with another man whom she is planning on marrying. What kind of woman does that?”
“Don’t talk about Mandy like that. You don’t know her at all.”
“No, I don’t. But what I do know is she scratched an itch. She’s getting married and she wanted to see what it would belike sleeping with you again. The fact that she is still getting married—and not to you—should tell you that!”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Clare. You’ve never been in love, so you don’t know.”
I snapped my mouth shut and went back to staring out the window, wishing I had never shared that bit of information with him.
After what felt like forever, I saw the familiar buildings of downtown Boston.
“Um, I don’t know where you live, Clare.”
Clearing my throat I said, “1260 Boylston Street.”
“Near Fenway Park,” he said with a smile.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Do you have a parking spot we can use to unload all of this?”
“I don’t have a car, remember?”
“Right.”
Luck would have it, though, that there was an open spot right in front of the building. Wes pulled in and parked.
“Looks like it’s our lucky day.”
Without a word I got out of his BMW and shut the door. I made my way to the backseat and started to take out the bags.
I tried to grab all the bags so that I could just walk away and not have to be around Wes any longer than needed. Unfortunately, he was fast and took half of them.
We walked toward the building and Lenard, the doorman, opened the door for us.
“You lucked out, Ms. Monroe, with a parking spot.”
Smiling, I replied, “Lucky us!”
