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He clears his throat as he spins on his heel. “Savannah. Hey.”
Biting my lip, I fold my arms across my chest. A little part of me wants him to throw himself at my feet and try to apologize. But the bigger part of me is ready to throw down.
This guy has really fucked around with my heart and now I’m ready to let him find out.
“What do you want?”
Cole nods toward the front door. “Why don’t we take a walk?”
I don’t want to take a walk with him. Instead, I’d like to scream and stomp my feet and cause a ruckus.
But I’m way too well-mannered for that. So I head toward the door, stopping for my warm fleece-lined boots and a coat. I pick up the baby pink cape and pause. Then I think better of it, and choose my long, gray-checked coat instead.
Cole watches warily, but doesn’t make a peep. He just follows me out of the house.
“So?” I prompt, once we are outside. I’m tense and covering my anger with a frosty demeanor. “What did you come here to say?”
Cole clears his throat. “So… that CSAT posting.”
“Uh huh.” I start walking because it seems better to have something to focus on. One foot in front of the other, watching my footing, seems to ease some of the pressure that’s building inside my chest and threatening to burst free at any moment.
“First off, who is CSAT? Because their sources are pretty damn good.”
My mouth pulls to the side. “I don’t know. Is that what you want to talk about?”
Cole looks down, shaking his head.
“No. I want to talk about the post that said I’m moving to London right now. It’s not that simple.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I have been offered a great job. My dream job, actually. But I haven’t said yes yet.”
I stop, turn to Cole, and stare him down. “Why not?”
He rubs his neck. “The only thing stopping me is you.”
“I don’t know why I would be keeping you from doing anything.” I purse my lips and then force a smile to my lips. “This was only supposed to be temporary. Either one of us were supposed to be able to pull the rip cord at any moment. Isn’t that what we agreed?”
His eyes narrow. “Well, yes, but….” He falls silent for several moments.
I want to cry. But I don’t. Years of quietly suppressing my negative thoughts allow me to smile brighter.
“Are you having trouble thinking of leaving?”
“I thought we would have more time.”
“More time to what?” I keep beaming at him.
He grimaces. “Will you stop that?”
“That’s not an answer to my question.”
He squints. “I guess I just needed more time to spend in this bubble that we’ve created.”
“And after the bubble pops? In your mind, do I just get left holding the bag?”
“No.” Cole grimaces. “I don’t know.”
