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“Except she’s not there, is she? You’d never just leave her there…” He cancelled the call, walked past me, opened the door. “Her car’s still here. Why would she stay at the yard without a car, Carl? What’s going on?”

I braced myself. “She needed space…”

And he knew. He fucking knew.

“What did you do?”

“She was upset. I tried to help.”

He let go of the balloon, I heard it bop against the ceiling. “Help?”

I walked through to the kitchen and uncorked a bottle of red. He followed me, hands open wide, demanding.

I poured a glass, downed it in one. “I offered to buy the yard.”

“You what?!”

“I offered to buy the yard, for her.”

“How much?”

“Couple of big ones.”

He shook his head. “Big ones? What the fuck does that even mean?”

I took a breath. “Couple of hundred grand.”

His eyes were wide. “You offered to spend a couple of hundred grand on a riding yard? Just like that? Fucking hell, Carl. And what did she say to that?”

I shrugged. “She said no, said it was too much. Said it wascrazy. She didn’t understand why I’d offer, wanted to know why.”

“No fucking shit. And what didyousay?”

I didn’t answer.

“Please tell me you didn’t. Not like that. Not when her dreams have gone to shit and there’s an offer of a crazy fucking bankroll swaying over her head. Please tell me you didn’t fucking do that, Carl.”

I had no words. I refilled my glass.

His face turned pale, a hand over his mouth, pacing back and forth. “You told her, didn’t you? Fucking hell, Carl, you fucking told her.”

“She wanted to know why. She wanted to know what I wanted. She wanted toknow, Rick.”

“And so you just told her. Great. That’s fucking great.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, and I was. “I should have waited. I should have given it more time.”

He slammed his palm on the island. “Too fucking right you should have waited, Carl! Toofucking right!” He let out a sigh that sounded more like a wail. “We had itgood, Carl. She wasgood. She was amazing. She was everything we fucking wanted, everythingIfucking wanted.” He clenched his fists against the marble. “I fuckingloveher, Carl.”

There were tears in his eyes and an ache in my stomach, a horrible pitiful pang of regret. “So do I.”

He shook his head, eyes closed. “Tell me everything. Every fucking thing you said.”

And so I did. I told him everything.

Rick listened and shook his head all the way through my sorry recap. His face said it all, reinforced what I already knew. I’d fucking blown it.

“She said it’s not goodbye,” I said. “She said it was asee you later,not a goodbye.”

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