Page 59 of Eastern Lights


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“Grits are only the best breakfast in the whole world. It might be a Southern thing, but it’s a good Southern thing. I normally make cheesy grits, but I ran out of cheese. You can add a little sugar on top of them, though and muah!” He gave a chef’s kiss.

“I’m not really hungry,” I explained, feeling my stomach still flipping.

“I know, which is exactly why you need to eat,” he explained, grabbing a plate from his cupboard.

I shook my head. “No, really, Connor. I just need to go home. I feel…”

Awful.

Sad.

Broken.

Free?

Wait, no. Not that.

He looked at me, and his lips turned down into the saddest frown. He felt bad for me. I couldn’t blame him. I felt bad for myself, too.

“Are you sure you don’t want any food? I left out some more sweats so you can shower and change into them, if you need. Plus, maybe after you shower, you’ll want something to eat.”

I gave him a half-smile. “Yeah, thanks. Then I’ll get out of your hair.”

“No rush, Red. Truly.” Connor seemed unbothered by my broken-down appearance. He stood tall and calm as ever. “Your cell phone is on the dresser in the bedroom, fully charged. Take all the time you need, and when you’re ready, I can have my driver take you wherever you need to go.”

“Thank you.”

“Any time.”

I stood from the chair and began moving in the direction of the bedroom. Then I paused and looked back at Connor.

“Connor, wait.” He looked over his shoulder toward me, and I swallowed hard. “I know I don’t have a right to ask you this, but the thought just keeps running through my head, and I’m not sure I can make it go away unless I ask you…”

He stood silent, waiting.

I bit my bottom lip. “Was there another woman that you knew of? Was Jason seeing anyone else?”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he slid his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

His silence was my answer.

“Did you know her?” I asked.

“Don’t do this, Aaliyah,” he whispered.

“Do what?”

“Make it hurt more than it has to.”

His words stung me, yet it was my own fault, really. I’d known who Jason was from the beginning, and I still allowed myself to fall for him. I’d walked into his spiderweb, knowing I was an ant.

“Everyone always told me, in a way. At all those social events, they always hinted at the man Jason used to be.”

They were all right. I was just another mark on the timeline of women Jason crossed paths with. I had wanted so desperately for them to be wrong. I’d wanted to prove them wrong, and I’d wanted to prove to myself that I was enough. Now everyone was laughing at me from their mansions, thinking,I told you so.

I rose my head up to look at Connor.

Except for him.

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