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However, I smile even though I’m secretly dying inside. “He’s a lucky lad. I’m happy for youse.”
She nods but doesn’t seem to buy it either.
An uncomfortable silence wedges its way between us, and I suddenly can’t breathe. The thought of another man touching her…I want to break every bone in his fucking body.
Babydoll tilts her head as if attempting to decode my silence. I know for this to be convincing, I need to push her away. I can’t have her near me. She represents everything I want but can’t have.
“Thanks for stoppin’ by. But I need to organize a few things,” I say, giving her a not-so-subtle hint that our reunion is over.
She nods, quickly wiping away her tears. “Of course. I’m sorry. Once you get settled, maybe we can catch up?”
“Catch up on what?” I question, folding my arms across my chest.
A range of emotions are coursing through me right now, and at the forefront is the need to destroy everything within reach.
She blinks, appearing stunned by my bluntness.
“We just did that, did we not?”
“I…sure, whatever you w-want,” she replies, fumbling over her words. “It was good seeing you.”
“Aye. Say hi to yer boy for me.”
She narrows her eyes, sensing my sarcasm. We’re suddenly transported back ten years where Babydoll and I could go from love to hate in the same breath. Some things don’t change, and some do—like Babydoll being engaged.
She nods and appears to want to say something but decides against it at the last minute. “Goodbye, Punky.”
“Bye, Babydoll.”
A gasp leaves her when I use that name, but she’ll always be Babydoll to me. She quickly exits while I force myself not to follow. That won’t achieve a thing.
I don’t know how long I stand staring at the open doorway, processing what she just shared. Time doesn’t seem to make a difference because my feelings for her haven’t changed. I still want her with my last breath.
But she’s moved on, and I need to accept that. Telling her the truth will amount to nothing. This is for the best.
So why do I feel like killing someone, preferably Babydoll’s fiancé?
Unable to deal with this right now, I decide to clean the place up a bit as I need to keep busy. It’s going to take months to get everything back to how it once was, but with nothing but time on my hands, I may as well start now.
Lost in my head, a dangerous place to be, I don’t realize I’ve got company. Thankfully, it’s only Cian, but I need to focus because I can’t make that mistake again.
“Need help?” he says, holding up a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a broom in the other.
“Thanks.”
But he instantly senses my bad mood.
“What’s happened?”
“Nothin’,” I reply, snatching the bottle from his grip. When I unscrew the lid and throw back a large mouthful, Cian arches a brow.
“Don’t give me that shite.”
“Ack, leave it alone, will ye,” I snap, turning my back on him.
But Cian won’t. “Stop this! I understand yer needin’ time, but don’t shut me out. Do ye know what we all went through? We were locked up with ya!”
“I doubt that.” I snicker, spinning around to face him. “I was the one behind bars. Don’t compare us because there is no fucking comparison!”
