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Her words echoed through my mind. That was exactly what held me back from calling or texting him. He did it once, what was to keep him from doing it again?
My heart pounded and ached at the same time.
It shouldn't be this difficult. Meet a guy, fall in love, live happily ever after. That's how it went in the books I read. After the third act break up.
Didn't I deserve a happily ever after too? One not tainted with lies, cheating and uncertainty?
Was that all a future with Kris would hold?
I stood up. "I need to get something to eat. Do you need anything?"
Mel waved a hand over her shoulder without looking around. "I'm good," she said. "Thanks anyway."
"Okay." I grabbed my bag and phone and pushed my chair under my desk. Apart from the computer, there was little to suggest anyone worked there very often. I'd taken down the photos of Kris, along with the plush teddy bear he gave me for our first Valentine's Day.
Everything else, I stored neatly in the drawer, even my pens. It was an office. If I didn't put those out of sight, they'd walk away. Funny how pens managed to grow legs so easily.
I stepped out of the building into the autumn sunshine and shivered at the bite in the air. Winter would be here soon enough. Too soon, in my book.
"Miss Levitt," a voice called out from the side of the road.
I turned around.
A man approached. He was taller than me, and about twice my age.
"Yes?" I asked cautiously.
"Harvey Danbury." He stuck out his hand.
I shook it before it registered who he was. I couldn't take my hand back fast enough.
"I've heard of you," I said coolly.
He smiled, a greasy smile that made my insides squirm. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear."
"Or read, if you wrote it," I said. "I've heard you like to make up your own version of reality."
He chuckled. "Is that what they say? Well, at least they're talking about me. You know what they say. The minute they stop talking about you is the time to worry, because careers live or die by public attention."
"They die faster if someone's reputation is destroyed by lies," I said. "Did you want something?"
"Lies are just a version of the truth someone doesn't want to hear," he said. "I'd like a few words from you about Chase McKinney."
I figured that was the purpose of this conversation, so I didn't look surprised when he said it. It immediately occurred to me that he'd likely infer something from that, but it was done now.
"I have nothing to say about him," I said.
"It's over already?" Harvey asked.
I frowned. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't deny it," he pointed out.
My tongue darted across my lips. "Is there anything I can say that you won't twist to suit some bullshit story angle you think people want to read?"
"You could tell me the truth," he said. "In your own words. I won't need to embellish anything."
I snorted. He'd embellish a piece of toast if it got him views and clicks. Great, now I really wanted toast. With too much butter and peanut butter on it.
