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“Astute as always.”
I blink twice. “Why are you hard?”
“Because you exist.” His eyes burn a hole directly into my heart, torching his way through the ice surrounding it.
I shake my head, trying to erase the image of his eyes imprinting on my soul. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
His fingers clutching my hair tighten. “I know.” He kisses the sensitive spot below my ear with a sigh. A shaky breath escapes me before I have a chance to swallow it.
“It’s wrong.” My heart pounds harder in my chest, declaring the complete opposite.
His eyes shut, but not before I catch the pain flashing within them. “Is that how you really feel about us?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything.” I respond automatically, the impact of my answer written clearly across his face.
It makes me physically ill to hurt him, but I don’t have any other choice. To risk getting close to him in any way is to risk my heart all over again for someone who doesn’t even plan on sticking around.
I don’t have it in me to survive another heartbreak. I’m afraid the next one will be the one that finally makes me shatter beyond repair.
His hand releases my hair before dropping by his side like dead weight. “I apologize for crossing a boundary then. I…” He trips over his words. “I got caught up in the moment for a second.”
My chest throbs. The churning in my stomach intensifies, acid crawling up my throat, ready to purge itself from my trembling body.
Before I can stop myself, I offer an olive branch. A stupid olive branch I know I’ll regret but can’t take back.
“If you want to be friends—real friends—you can’t manhandle me like that anymore.”
His face remains unreadable. “I thought you didn’t want to be my friend.”
“Ehh, I changed my mind.”
“Why?”
“Because the only other friend you have in town is my five-year-old daughter, and frankly, that’s kind of sad.”
The look on his face widens the pit in my stomach. “I don’t need a pity friend.”
“Too bad. It’s a bribe-one-get-one Castillo special.”
A real smile forms on his face, casting away the shadows in his eyes. “Does that mean you’ll help build the boat with us?” His excitement is addictive, and I find myself saying yes. I expect the regret to be imminent, but instead, I only notice a tingly feeling in my chest at the idea of building something special with Cami and Cal.
Maybe an activity like that will be good for us. Maybe we can get closure and move on from all the crap that has been brewing at the surface for the last six years.
He holds my gaze for a moment longer before taking another step back. “I should get going. We have an early morning with the contractor tomorrow.”
I blink twice before regaining sensation in my limbs. “Right.”
He passes me the bag with the vase before walking back to his car. I’m so distracted by watching him leave that I don’t notice the second bag on the porch until he is driving toward the main road.
I walk inside the house and place the first bag on top of the empty table below the stairs before going back out to grab the other.
“What the hell is this?” I grunt from the weight. My arms tremble as I deposit it on the floor beside the table.
First, I unwrap the vase. It’s simple, elegant, and exactly something my mom would have chosen for herself. The second bag surprises me. I kneel on the floor and pull out a wrapped cube. A white envelope is taped to the top of the wrapping paper, and I cut through it with my fingernail before pulling out a card.
Maybe you were right about wanting to make someone else’s dreams come true.
-C
