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Lucas
Her answer had made my heart ache. It also made me happy for the first time in days. “Crazy how?”
“The plans are still coming together, but it’s a fresh start, exactly what I need.”
In other words, I’d lost the privilege of knowing what here next steps were. “What happened in San Fran?”
“My mother happened.”
“She sabotaged you again?”
“Yes, but then it turned to blackmail. She wants me to come crawling back. I won’t.”
No, she wouldn’t. “You should report her.”
“Not worth the effort.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask yesterday. I was freaking out—”
“It’s fine. We both said things we shouldn’t have.”
“Yes, but what you said was true.”
Her beautiful eyes locked on mine. “It wasn’t my place to say it. Um, I really should get going. Traffic to Beverly Hills is unpredictable in the mornings.”
“Would you like to come by tonight?”
“Sorry, but I have plans with my brother and Daisy.”
“Tomorrow night?” I was suddenly panicked this was goodbye.
A soft sigh slipped from her lips. “What are you doing, Lucas?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we could spend your remaining time together.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“I realize I was a complete jerk, but let me make it up to you.”
“It’s not about that.”
“Then what’s it about?” The thought of her getting out of the car and not giving me one last night with her was unbearable.
“It’s about me getting attached to you and not able to pretend I’m not. We had fun, but I need more than just one last night together.”
I swallowed hard, my stomach sick over hurting her. “You’re right. You deserve more. I’m sorry.”
She leaned over, pressing her lips lightly against mine. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not. Take care, Lucas.”
And with one last look, she was out of my vehicle and out of my life.
Later that evening, I sat on my balcony unable to eat. My stomach had been uneasy all day. I could argue my nausea came from meeting Dr. Redmond and knowing my days at the clinic were numbered since I couldn’t imagine taking on his vision for home care.
But it was Brooke who had me in knots. Beautiful, smart, crazy-in-the-best-possible-ways Brooke.
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered out loud. I missed her. Her laughter, her spontaneity, her mouth. But could I give her the sort of future she deserved?
The sound of my phone buzzing had me quickly reaching for it, hoping it could be her. No such luck, I sighed, glancing at the number. But it was a California area code, which meant it could be duty calling.
