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“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She lifted one shoulder. “Maybe. Maybe not.” She dropped her lip gloss back in her purse. “But I know he got hurt. Bad enough not to want to try again. You made him forget that.”
She shoved past me, the bathroom door closing with a loud thud behind her. The woman said the most obscure things sometimes.
“He didn’t forget.” I saw with my own eyes exactly how much he remembered when his hands were onherhips.
I splashed water on my face, which didn’t help. The door opened, and I dried my cheeks.
“What did she say to you?”
I wheeled around, as Holt locked the door.
“What do you care?”
“I won’t let her hurt you.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Oh no? What are you going to do about it when we’re back in New York and you’re way over here?” I waved my hand around above my head.
“Easy, look—”
“Don’t call me that,” I screamed as pain lanced through me. “You promised you’d be honest with me. Not about the past, but about now. You never had any intention of staying in New York. Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“Listen—”
I stalked over to him and shoved a finger into his chest. “No, you listen. I don’t know what kind of sick game you were playing, but it’s over. You’ve got your girl. You’ve got your life out here. Leave me alone.”
I turned the lock, but he didn’t budge from where he blocked the door.
“I couldn’t tell them I quit.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” I said, tugging on the door handle.
“They were so glad to see me back. I didn’t expect that, and I couldn’t tell them I was leaving for good.”
“Now you don’t have to.” I pulled again, my hand slipping from the handle. “Give Andrew your forwarding address and I’ll pack up the rest of your stuff.” I glared at him. “Unless you already did it.”
“Baker.”
“There’s nothing left to say. I’ve seen and heard it all. Now move.” I shoved at his arm.
He stayed rooted in place.
“I’m sorry.”
I kept pushing at him and pulling on the door handle. I didn’t want to hear his apology.
“I should’ve told you about the trip. I didn’t want any of my family to come.”
I whipped my head to him. Did he think I’d believe this crap?
“I wanted to keep here and there separate. Because it’s hard for me to be here. It’s a reminder of all the shitty decisions I’ve made.”
I softened on the inside as something in his voice got to me. But I kept up the tough façade. I couldn’t trust him anymore. Couldn’t tell fact from fiction.
“Then maybe coming back here is a way to remember not to make the same mistakes again.”
He stepped to the side, and I rushed from the bathroom, though I felt him right behind me.
