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“So, I’ve told you about working at the museum and about how Knox, Levi, and Atlas are,” she relayed, not mentioning her mom’s death again.
They’d spent the last thirty minutes talking about what happened, her funeral and how his parents had attended but Cain hadn’t been able to. Work commitments at his new job, apparently. She hadn’t cared at the time. He’d already broken her heart, so seeing him would’ve been difficult.
Now, Bella wondered what Cain did. What had been so important that he couldn’t attend a close family friend’s funeral. Hell, he'd been a part of their family.
Was it the girl he’d run off to be with?
While it didn’t matter now, it seemed in stark contrast to the man sitting across from her, who seemed to be available and interested in Bella.
Not that they could find much to talk about.
And more interesting...he had nothing to say about her not being Ward’s daughter. That had been a closely held secret.
Or rather, that she was Randall Scott’s daughter. The media had a lot to say about it. And today Cain had appeared to be doing business with Kennedy.
Yet he hadn’t mentioned it once.
“Yup, I’m all caught up. And you are engaged.” Cain tilted his head like she’d done something naughty.
Like she had betrayed him.
For some reason Bella was highly irritated by it. So she nodded and smiled.
“To Blake Dufort.”
“Yes. The man I was with today.”
“Where is he now?” Cain asked, as if his lack of presence meant he didn’t love her.
Which he didn’t.
But that was not his business.
It was just the current reason she wanted to go home and curl up under the covers and cry.
The longer apart they had been all day, the more she missed him. Sure, they had been apart physically, but this was different. Blake had walked away from her. They might end theirrelationshipand never see each other again.
But she’d had to meet with Cain.
Now she was wondering what exactly she was doing here.
“He’s having dinner with his cousins,” she lied, although she suspected it was true.
“I’m not sure I’d let you have dinner with another man if I was him.” Cain watched her as he sipped his beer.
When she went to open her mouth to speak, she closed it instead.
What was there to say? That Blake trusted her? That their love was all powerful and no one could penetrate it?
That he had no problem with her having a drink with her former college love?
Blake had a big problem with it.
Bigger than someone who wasn’t actually in love with her should have.
Was he thinking of her? Did he know she’d felt completely off-kilter all day without him? And that all she wanted was him to call or text, saying he was waiting for her.
Had he gone back to Philly?
