Page 858 of Deep Pockets


Font Size:  

I didn’t know what this whole brunch thing had been to him. Had he been trying to break my heart once and for all? Had he decided it would be easier for me to know how worthless I truly was to him if he led me on and then blew me off?

I was feeling about two inches tall at the moment, and blood was roaring in my ears.

“Heidi? Hey, are you still there?” Emery asked.

I hadn’t even realized that she was still talking to me on the phone. “Yeah, sorry. I’m driving.”

“That’s cool. You went quiet on me there.”

“I don’t think I’m feeling that great,” I admitted.

“Oh no,” Emery said. “We’ll have to do some Netflix and chill.”

I laughed softly. “You do know that means we’re going to have sex, right?”

“And?”

“Count me in,” I said the words, but they held none of my normal lighthearted enthusiasm. I couldn’t muster up the humor for the conversation.

“Heidi,” Emery said again.

“Yeah?”

“Is this about Landon?”

“Is what about Landon?” I asked, panicked that she had correctly interpreted my silence.

“You know…about him and Miranda.”

“No. I don’t know.”

Emery sighed. “I know you like him, Heidi. You don’t hide things from me as well as you think you do.”

“I don’t like him,” I insisted.

Right now, I definitely hated him.

“Okay,” Emery said disbelievingly. “Well, I don’t know what’s happening with Miranda, but if Jensen has anything to say about it, they’ll be divorced sooner rather than later.”

“I won’t hold my breath.”

“Well, come home, and we can eat ice cream and binge-watch Buffy, okay?”

“Sounds good. See you soon.” I ended the call and drove straight home.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment I shared with Emery, a text popped up from Landon.

So sorry about brunch! Something came up, and I couldn’t get away. Can we talk later? I’ll explain everything.

I shook my head in exasperation. He hadn’t even mentioned Miranda in the text. Something had come up. Yeah, right. What he’d meant was, his wife had shown up, and if I’d stayed the night, she would have busted us. Even worse, if he had been at brunch with me, she could have shown up there while we were together. What the hell would he have done then?

Landon wasn’t being honest with me, and worse, it didn’t seem like he was being honest with himself. He wasn’t leaving Miranda. Talking to me was only going to cause him trouble.

I had no interest in a battered love triangle.

I had no interest in fighting for someone who was unattainable.

I had no interest in losing my heart to someone who could only break it.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com