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God, what is this? I come here to heal, but all I get is a broken heart.
And the worst part is, I can never confront him. All my things are in his bedroom, and I can’t waltz in and pretend I didn’t just meet his ex or current. Whatever.
This has always been my problem, at least according to Keith. I take things at face value and accept them because I’m too scared of confrontation. Whenever I think about coming face-to-face with someone, I get a slimy feeling in my gut that makes me want to throw up.
With a deep breath, I continue driving. The building comes into view, and I’m beginning to feel nauseous.
Noah is inside, waiting for me. Is he waiting for Allison too? Is she already there? Do I pack my bags and head out? What will I say if he asks?
I stop the truck and take a calming breath. I can do this. Something tells me last night and this morning were real for both of us. That it’s not his way to pass the time or make Allison jealous.
But I’ll never know unless I talk to him. Unless I ask him outright.
My palms are slick with sweat, and the Bronco suddenly feels too small, like it’s closing in on me. Every thought, every emotion swirls together.
What if I mess up this one chance at a happy ending? But what if Allison’s telling the truth?
Stop it, Nora. Stop! Talk to him. Ask him. Tell him what Allison said.
I don’t know how long I sit here, but I jump at the sharp rap on the window.
Noah is outside, his handsome face etched with worry, forehead creased with lines. I unlock the doors, and he opens it, one hand braced above me. “Nora? What are you doing here?”
Whatever I say next will determine what happens between us.
“I met Allison.”
He tilts his head to the side, his expression slack. “Who?”
I swallow past the lump in my throat, my tongue heavy. “Allison.”
Noah continues to hold my gaze as he pokes his tongue into his cheek. “I don’t know who you mean.”
“Your ex.”
There I said it. No going back now.
“Baby, I don’t have an ex.”
“B-but…”
“What does she look like?”
I blink and try to remember. “Short, blonde hair like a bob. Taller than me. Green eyes, I think.”
“Ah.”
“You know her?” My hands tighten on the steering wheel, and he raises a brow.
“I do. So does your brother.”
Noah reaches over and peels my fingers before intertwining them with his. “Let’s go get you inside. I think you have lots of things to say.”
I pout and follow him like a petulant child. He grabs all the bags with one hand while he holds me with the other.
We reach upstairs, and I slump on the bar stool while he puts everything away. Alvin is lying on one of the overhead cabinets, licking his paw and paying us no attention.
Noah leans against the sink, gripping the edge. “Out with it, Nora.”
