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“Baby, you’re already on the ground.” I lower my voice on purpose.
She looks back at me. “I don’t believe you.”
“It’s time to go home now, so I need you to come with me.”
“No. All I want from you is a divorce.”
Okay, this is definitely about me. The only thing I can think of is Chelle.
Everything else I could have done is still safely buried deep in the earth, along with my other secrets.
Did Chelle say something to Aurora?
If so, when? Chelle didn’t see her before or after our little encounter.
“We just got married. You want to leave me so soon?” I reach out to touch her again, and she swats my hand away.
“Go back to Chelle. I saw you. Thetwoof you. She wanted five minutes, but I’m sure you gave her much more than that.”
Oh fuck. Aurora saw us, but clearly, she didn’t stick around long enough to see the rest of what happened.
“Aurora, nothing happened.”
“I don’t believe you, and I hate you for this, Knight Grayson.” A soft whimper escapes her lips. “I hate you for making me feel anything for you because I shouldn’t even know you, but this…watching you with her…congratulations, you broke me.”
A wayward tear tracks down her cheek, and she looks away.
Her words and her tears grip me, although I know I wouldn’t have heard ninety percent of what she just said if she were sober.
At the same time, I’ve always been told that people tell the truth when they’re drunk.
“Nothing happened between us, I promise.” I take her arm again. This time, she doesn’t push me away.
“I don’t believe you,” she drawls, her words slurring.
“You need to. Come on, Aurora, you can’t stay out here.”
“Just leave me alone. I’m fine.”
I stare back at her and try to think of something to lure her to come with me. It takes me a few solid seconds, but the perfect idea comes to my mind. I just hope it works. “If you come with me, I can tell you all my favorite parts of your article on why everyone should have anEat, Pray, Lovejourney.”
She looks back at me, surprise spreading across her face, and I know I’ve found a winning excuse to get her to come with me.
I came by the article published in an earlier edition ofMontrose Magazinefrom years ago. I assumed it was when she was interning for them. The article was one of their special headliners. I understood why the article garnered such credit the instant I started reading it.
“That was years ago. You read that?” I can see sparks of the real her peeking through the drunken haziness.
“Yeah, I thought it was great.”
“Really?”
“You know it was. Want to come with me and we can talk about it?”
She thinks for a moment, then nods. “I don’t think I can walk. The ground keeps moving.” Her fingers tremble when she releases the tree.
“I’ll carry you.”
The moment I say that, she comes to me, slipping her arms around my neck like a noose.
