Page 61 of Chasing Honor

Ass.

“I’m leaving. I don’t know what time I’ll be home, so don’t bother waiting for us to eat. My parents are taking Carson to dinner.”

Jerk.

“You have time to explain to me what’s crawled up your ass?”

I wanted to kick him in the balls when he looked at me as if I was annoying him by asking.

“Nothing’s crawled up my ass. I made a decision about where I wanted my daughter to go while I was at work and suddenly there’s a problem with it.”

“Seriously? The problem was you told your daughter I was too busy for her. How the hell do you think that makes her feel? Huh? Especially after what she asked about this morning.”

“So, that’s what this is about? I’ll be talking to Carson about that tonight.”

“And what are you going to tell her?”

“The truth. I’m her dad. And I’m not ready to entertain the idea of anyone being her mom.”

“Entertain? You’re unbelievable.”

“Listen, Honor, this is moving way too fast. We need to dial it back and slow down.”

The tears that had stopped were now welling up again. My whole life I’d sucked at hiding my emotions and anger was the worst.

“Why?”

“We just need to slow down. I’m not ready for this. Everything is moving too fast. I was wrong, I can’t do this.”

“This? You can’t do this? You mean you and me? You were worried about me leaving you and now you’re the one running.”

“I’m not doing anything but saying we need to slow down.”

“Why was Chrissy here?” I changed the subject.

“It’s not important.”

“I think it is. Everything was great until she showed up. No secrets remember?”

“That’s rich coming for you, don’t you think?”

Dick.

“Have a good shift, Ethan. Be safe.”

I laid back down and gave him my back, effectively ending the conversation. Nothing good was going to come from us talking anymore. He was . . . whatever he was, and I was hurt. If we moved forward one day, I may regret my next words no matter how good they’d feel to say at that moment.

“See you tomorrow.”

Ouch!

He closed my door, and I heard him leave.

I didn’t see Carson or Ethan that evening. Instead I went to bed alone in the house, devastated, and completely heart-broken.

17

“You’ve got a bad attitude tonight,” Lorenz told me.