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“Yes. I understand that you don’t trust me. I’m just an uneducated jock who suffered a career-ending injury, and now I look for young players to follow the same path ... less the injury, of course.”
“That’s not true.”
“Really? Face it, you don’t trust that I have our family’s best interest at heart. That I’d never do anything to jeopardize what we have ... I’m not my father.” He huffed out a chuckle. “It’s ironic, really. I trusted you when you told me you wrote me letters, yet I never saw them. But that’s what a strong foundation is built on, right? Trust. Except it’s a two-way street, Hannah.”
“I do trust you.”
“Say that all you want and maybe you’ll end up believing it.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Can you honestly say when you looked at that contract that you trusted me? Because if you had, we would be fucking instead of arguing.”
All I could do was blink. I’d never seen him that upset. His broad chest rose and fell a few times, and his steely eyes bore into mine. “I think we should call it a night.”
“What?”
“Hannah, I’d like you to leave.”
“Cash.”
He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, leaving it completely disheveled, before shaking his head. “Fine, you stay. I’ll go.”
I wasn’t sure what to do, but leaving with him so upset wasn’t it. Except the hardness in his features had me saying, “Okay, I’ll go.”
On shaky legs, I walked into the kitchen, where I’d left my purse, slid on my shoes near the back door, and looked at him. “I do love you, Cash.” For the first time, he didn’t reply in kind. Instead, he turned and went to sit near his laptop.Trust.He was right. It was one of the most important building blocks in a relationship, and thanks to me, I just rocked our foundation.
I walked out, closed the door behind me, and ran home. As soon as I made it inside, I dropped to my knees on the cold tile and cried until I had nothing left. After peeling myself off the floor, I dragged myself up the stairs, curled into a ball, and wondered how I could have been so awful.
Grabbing my phone, I called Mia. As soon as she answered, the tears were back in full force.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Gasping, I choked out, “I lost Cash.”
“You lost him, where?”
“No, I mean, we’re over.”
“No way, Hannah. Why would you say that?” After I explained it all, she was uncharacteristically silent, which spoke volumes. Finally, she said, “Once he calms down, I’m sure he’ll realize you didn’t mean what you said. He loves you, Hannah.”
“I’m not so sure about that anymore. You didn’t see the way he looked at me. I’d hate me too. I do hate me. It all happened so fast. If I could have sucked the words back in, I would have. I didn’t mean it.” I wiped my tears on my wrist. “I suck as a human.”
“You don’t suck as a human. I’m on my way over.”
“No, you don’t need to.”
“I was around the corner when you called.”
“Okay. Thanks, Mia.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
We hung up, and I grabbed the pillow Cash used when he slept over and pulled it close to me. It smelled like him, so I hugged it tighter. Losing Cash once was difficult. Losing him again felt unfathomable, yet it had happened. Jimmy was going to be devastated, and it would be all my fault ... again.
Minutes later, my door opened, and Mia rushed in. She pulled me in for a hug and walked me over to the sofa.
“Hannah, you must know that this is just a little hiccup.”
“Hiccup? He asked me to leave. That’s not a hiccup.”
