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I stared up at him and shook my head as my jaw clenched. A thousand angry and vile words were screaming to come out, but the bakery was filled with workers.”
“I know you’re mad, but I don’t care. Carter Management Group paid off your bank loan and is once again an investor.”
“You are such an asshole,” I spoke through gritted teeth.
“I know I am.”
“I already told you that I cannot operate a business with someone who doesn’t trust me.”
“I do trust you. That’s what I’m here to tell you.”
“Oh, now you do?” I placed my hands on my hips and shook my head. “I highly doubt it.” I turned and began to walk away. He lightly grabbed hold of my arm and stopped me.
“Please, Zoey.”
I stared into his pleading eyes. “You did yourself a favor, Carter. Let’s leave it at that.” I left the shop, climbed into my car, and took off.
Tears filled my eyes. The fact was that I missed him, but I knew myself all too well. I couldn’t trust that my past patterns wouldn’t repeat themselves.
Carter
Sadness consumed me as I watched her leave the bakery. These past couple of weeks without her were brutal. I’d even go as far as to say they were more brutal than when I was ill. I was in love with her before I even truly knew her. I knew she still had feelings for me. I saw it in her eyes when she stared at me. I wasn’t a man who gave up easily. I fucked up, owned it, and now I would do anything and everything to get her back where she belonged: with me.
After leaving the office, I went home, changed, and headed down to Conner’s. When I stepped through the sliding door, he and Charlotte were sitting at the table eating dinner.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I can come back later.”
“Don’t be dumb. Get your ass in here.” Conner smiled.
“Have you eaten yet?” Charlotte asked.
“Yeah. I have.” I smiled as I walked over to Isabella’s high chair and kissed her head.
“I don’t believe you.” Charlotte smirked. “Sit down. There’s plenty of pasta and meatballs.”
“Charlotte, I’m?—”
“Sit down, Carter. You’re having dinner with us. End of discussion.”
“You better do what she says, cousin.” Conner smirked.
Charlotte set the plate of pasta and meatballs down in front of me with a bottle of beer.
“This looks delicious. Did you make it?” I asked as I picked up my fork.
“Oh, God, no.” She laughed. “I stopped by Four Kinds on the way home and picked it up.”
“What brings you by?” Conner asked.
“I was hoping I could talk to you, Charlotte, about Zoey.”
“Of course. Have you finally come to your senses?” A smirk crossed her lips.
“I saw her at the bakery today and attempted to apologize again. She wasn’t having it. She said something that I’ve been trying to figure out.”
“What did she say?” Charlotte asked.
“She told me that I did myself a favor and to leave it at that. Then she walked out. But the last time we spoke, she said she was happy I didn’t trust her because, in six months’ time, she would have walked away.”
