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She sniffled out a laugh before rubbing under her wet eyes. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t call Molly because—” She looked up at me, biting her lip.
Because Molly thought we were dating.
And this was her real boyfriend, who needed a room.
“I have a place he can stay,” I said gently. “One of my rentals.”
“You have rentals?” Her voice was so quiet.
“I’m decent at investing,” I explained. “And I like to fix stuff.”
Those tears were fucking killing me.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
Was I sure I wanted to offer up my empty rental as an alternative for him sleeping anywhere near her?
Hell yes.
I merely nodded.
“Okay.” There was no energy to her answer. None of the spark and the vibrancy she’d had only minutes ago in the car when she was talking about her art and life on the island with Daniel.
How easily the words had come.
Why couldn’t she talk about him with Curtis?
Was it because I was the friend and he was the lover?
Or I was part of her past and he was her future?
Whatever the reason, I was just glad I was able to do this one thing for her. To give her a reprieve for the night.
But I couldn’t stop the morning from coming.
She’d have to make a decision eventually.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
My brain hurt.
My heart hurt worse.
And on top of all that, I was so damn angry.
Macon had given Curtis the key code and directions to his rental thirty minutes ago, and soon after, I’d watched both men quietly walk into the night.
I’d been staring at my bedroom ceiling ever since.
I had no idea what to do.
No idea what to say to Curtis in the morning. No idea if I should ask him to stay or make him leave.
When I’d watched Macon march into my house, I’d been paralyzed by fear.
What if someone was in there? What if he got hurt?
What if I never saw him again?
