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“And I just wanted to be one of them. I wanted to know what it felt like for you to focus all that intensity on me.” She looks away now and shrugs. “And then you did. And it was the most incredible feeling in my world. To be with you. To feel you look at me and touch me like that. And then…” She sniffles and looks back at me with glassy eyes. “You tell your sister that you came onto me. And that I’m great in bed, and it was a fling. No harm, no foul.”
Tears streak her face. But I know better than to move or try to talk.
“You’re wrong,” she goes on. “It hurts. And I was wrong, too.”
“Why were you wrong?” I ask quietly.
“I didn’t want to be one of your women.” She licks her lips and tips her head down. “I wanted to be your woman.”
“Skylar—”
“I know it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, Gideon.” She shrugs and meets my eyes again. “But I fell in love with you. And I think…”
“You think what?” My whole body is swaying toward her, like she’s the sun, and I need her light.
“I think you owed me just a little bit more than the way you walked away from me.”
Her words hurt. I do owe her. I owe her an apology. The truth.
That I’m in love with her, too.
I hold it inside, though. Because maybe that’s a gut reaction, and she wouldn’t believe me.
“You’re a moody, arrogant jerk,” she says with a shrug. “And I love you anyway.”
I’m speechless. She loves me.
How did I not see that? Chloe’s had my back all these years, but so did Skye. She’s the one who told Chloe to back off, the one to remind my sister that I can take care of myself.
She saw me. When I played “Never Bliss” for her, she didn’t just hear the music coming from that piano. She heard the music in my head.
She turns suddenly to make a fast getaway.
“Skye!” I hurry after her and catch her at the door.
“I gotta get to the airport.”
“What?”
“Going to see some book club friends,” she says. “I’m going to suggest a change. I’m sick of romances. I think a murder mystery sounds good.”
“Will they agree?”
Why are we talking about her damned book club when all this other stuff is hanging between us?
“No.” She shakes her head. “Because women…well, some of us are hopeless romantics, and even when it hurts, we hope the next time it works out better.”
She’s gone before I can say another word.
I push the door open as she slides into the driver’s seat of her car.
“Skye!”
“Goodbye, Gideon.”
