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I was exhausted just thinking about it.
I would have to leave our honeymoon early, and return to New York, not that Cait knew that yet. She’d be mad, but it was necessary. She was welcome to stay in Seattle with the family she’d recently reconnected with. In fact, I hoped she did. Anything to keep her away from the people who wished us harm.
Probably should have thought that through before you proposed!
I groaned internally. I always had been a selfish bastard.
“I wish you knew how much it hurts me when you refuse to talk to me.” Her voice was mournful, and I could almost taste her disappointment.
God, please.
“I’m doing everything to keep you safe, Cait. To keep us safe. Can’t you just trust me?”
“Trust is earned, Aidan, and every day you push me further away, the more I wonder why the hell we’re doing this.”
No, no, no.
This was my worst fucking nightmare.
Just tell her the truth!
“Cait, please.”
“No, you have absolutely no idea what it’s like to be a partner. Marriage isn’t supposed to be a one man show, Aidan. You better sort your shit out.” And with that, she hung up.
“Cait?” I yelled, but there was nothing but dial tone. “Fuck!” A violent urge to hit something pulsed through me, but my cell got the brunt of my anger as I slammed it down on the desk.
Was she running? Was she changing her mind?
The sensation of losing my grip itched in my fingertips, driving me out the door. There was no way I was leaving things like this. There was no way I was letting her back out.
We’d come too far. I loved her too much.
In a blind panic, I raced the few blocks to her apartment building, panting hard by the time I burst through her door.
I found her curled up in a ball on the couch, sobbing into one of the fluffy pillows from her bed. Her tear-filled eyes raised to me, a world of turmoil and hurt swirling in their depths.
Jesus fuck,what had I done?
“Cait,” I choked, striding across the room.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She hiccupped, meaning to sound forceful as she struggled to sit up, but all that came out was emotions that made me feel beyond guilty.
I dropped to my knees on the rug beside her, scanning her face for any sign that she’d forgive me.
“Cait-” I began, shifting as close to her as I could.
“Leave me alone, Aidan.” Her tone was ragged and bitter as she reached down and pulled the fleece blanket that was tangled round her legs up to her chin, protecting herself from me.
“I can’t do that, Clover.” I murmured. I wanted to make everything better. I wanted to fix this. I reached out to trace the tiny shamrock tattoo on her wrist. It matched the one on the back of my neck.
Her jaw clenched. “Don’t call me that. I’m mad at you.”
“I wish you wouldn’t be.”
“I wish you’d tell me the truth.”
But I couldn’t. If I told her everything that was going on, she wouldn’t want to marry me.
