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“Why didn’t you ever tell me that?” She asked, finally.
“You had enough on your plate,” I said. “I didn’t want you to worry.”
“I could’ve helped you with their debt.”
“With what money, Crown?”
“I would’ve quit competing and got a job.”
“Exactly.” I sighed, wiping her face with my hand. “I didn’t want that for you. You needed to focus on skating.”
“I never made it to twenty-eight championships anyway. I swear, if I’d known—”
“Stop.” I shook my head. “It’s okay. You didn’t.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“Mad? No…I’m fuckingfuriouswith you.”
“Good,” she said. “I’m still highly upset with you, too.”
“After I make your pregnant ass some dinner and agree to be Hayden’s best man, can you leave me the hell alone so I can think about how to fix things with my wife?”
FORTY-ONE
PRESENT DAY
TATIANA
Several Days Later
Manhattan, New York
All I wanted today was a fresh cup of miso soup, a box of spicy tacos, and an uninterruptedLaw & Order: SVUmarathon. This was the fourth day of my new routine, and I wanted to remain consistent.
I was so desperate for the food to be delivered that I stared out my front window in anticipation.
Just as I was about to call the cafe for an update, a black car pulled into a space across the street.
Swinging the door open, I held out the tip, but the woman stepping out of the vehicle was no delivery driver.
She was Penelope.
I stood frozen while she marched toward me, her expression completely stoic.
“Are you planning to let me in?” she asked. “We need to talk.”
“I don’t feel like talking to you.”
“Tough shit.” She moved past me.
“What in the…” She looked around my living room and shook her head. “You’ve never been the type to leave takeout boxes and mess everywhere. Who are you, really?”
Not in the mood for more of her judgment, I pulled a chair next to the window and took a seat.
Where the hell is my food?
“I still can’t believe you and Travis,” Penelope said, picking up a stack of empty takeout boxes. “The audacity, the gall, thenerve.”
