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“We’ll talk,” I tell her. “This isn’t finished, Em.”
“I’ll see myself out. Good luck with the finals.”
I get up and watch her leave. Knowing I should go after her, call her back, do something. Now is my big chance to not see her leave again…
But I don’t do anything. I fucking let her go.
CHAPTER25
Taylor
I only have myself to blame for my headache. And because I rarely drink very much, the effects aren’t good on my body or my head.
The fact I just let Emmerson go is also thumping in my brain.
Not exactly my finest hour.
I guzzle some water on the way to the stadium, feeling like absolute shit about everything.
Ashton and I opt for a massage in the early afternoon, pre-game, and then a bout in the sauna. I need to get my head into the space it was just a few days ago, even though a lot has happened in the last twenty-four hours.
I briefly give Ash a rundown while I’m face down on the massage table, getting the back of my legs worked on.
“You’re having an equally good and bad run,” he tells me. “Just when you’re getting things back on track with your Dad, and Em… this with your Mom happens. You think you’re gonna be able to concentrate?”
“My head is fucked,” I tell him. “Mom wants me to succeed more than anyone I’ve ever met, so if I falter now, it’s only going to make her more unhappy.”
“What about Em?”
I sigh. “Fucked that up royally too.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Not right now. I just gotta focus,” I tell him. “Two more weeks…”
He sighs. “It’s going to be a wild ride, my friend.”
I lift my head up momentarily. “What about you?”
He tries to wave that off.
“Come on, you’ve barely said a fucking word about Maddison.”
“I was trying to be a gentleman about it.”
“To me?” I scoff. “Why would I fucking care?”
He laughs. “Look, she’s fantastic, what can I say?”
“And? …”
“We exchanged numbers, of course.”
I give him a look, not entirely sure that’s what I mean.
“Why the hell am I lucky enough to meet the woman of my dreams while she’s on vacation and has like two days left before she leaves the state?” he goes on.
“That is pretty shitty,” I have to admit. “Wait… what’s this woman of my dreams shit? Are you actually for real?”
