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I headed toward the elevator and glanced back at Wes. He was looking all around.
“This place is great. The lobby is killer.”
Hitting the up button with my elbow, I said, “Yeah. It’s a great place.”
“Is there a workout room?”
“There is. A yoga room, a dining hall, workspaces, laundry, a roof terrace, you name it.”
“Nice. I bet the roof terrace has a nice view of Fenway.”
“Yep, it does.”
The elevator opened and we both stepped in. I hit the button for floor fifteen.
“All the way to the top, huh?”
I turned and looked at him with an expression that said I didn’t feel like talking.
Wes sighed. “Listen, I’m really sorry I said that about you not ever being in love. That was a shitty thing to do.”
“It’s true,” I replied as I willed the elevator to go faster.
“That still doesn’t mean what I said wasn’t cruel.”
Turning to face him, I plastered on a fake smile. “I guess we all can’t befoolsin love now, can we?”
The elevator dinged and opened the doors. I stormed out with Wes on my heels.
“Why did you emphasize fools?”
I walked to my apartment and dropped the bags onto the floor so that I could dig through my purse for the keys.
“Just leave the bags, I can get it from here.”
Wes didn’t move, and I could feel his eyes on me. Turning, I glared at him. “You know you want to leave, so just leave.”
“Why did you call me a fool?”
Turning to face him, I fought the urge to slap him. “God, you’re so damn annoying. Wes, you’re chasing after a woman who is getting married. She made it clear to you twice she didn’t want you. Now you’re planning on ruining her wedding. If that isn’t the literal definition of a fool, then I don’t know what is.”
He swallowed hard. “You don’t know what it’s like to be in love with someone.”
I pressed my mouth in a tight line and nodded. “Right. Right. We’re back to me not knowing what love is.”
I turned the key and pushed my door open and fought the urge to kick all the bags inside my apartment. Instead, I leaned down and gathered them all up and walked in, ignoring him completely.
It wasn’t a big place, like the fancy ass condo Wes lived in, but it was my home and I loved it. When you walked in, the galley-style kitchen was to the left, the bathroom to the right. Straight ahead was my living and dining areas. A sofa, two end tables were on one side of the small room, and across from it a console with my TV over it. By the large picture window was a round table with two chairs.
The bedroom was small, with enough room for my bed and the end table. A small wardrobe cabinet was in the room as well.
“I’m sorry I said that Clare. It’s just…let’s just move on.”
I shot him a dirty look. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I needed to not let his words make me feel this way.
“Fine. We’re moving on. You can leave,” I got this.
“Not so fast, I need to use the restroom. This place is nice,” Wes stated as he walked in and set the bags on the sofa. “Mind if I use your bathroom…oh my God. Oh my God. You have a view of Fenway Park from your place, and not just the roof?”
