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Henley
I stand in the darkness. From my place at the upstairs front window, I can see it all.
It’s 7:00 p.m. on Saturday night, and he’s at her house.
And after the worst twenty-four hours in history, I don’t know why the fuck I need to see this. It’s like salt in the wound, but I can’t look away.
Juliet’s front door opens, and she walks out. She’s wearing a tight black dress and high heels. Her hair is up, and she’s laughing and talking to him.
No.
He opens the car door for her. She says something, and then he leans in and kisses her.
My fists clench at my sides; murder crosses my mind.
I turn, and I punch the wall as hard as I can. The drywall explodes under the impact, and then next thing I know I’m out in the street, marching toward them.
“What are you doing?” Joel stammers, wide eyed.
“Don’t make me hurt you,” I warn him.
I open the passenger-side car door where Juliet is sitting. “Get the fuck out of the car. Now.”
Chapter 22
Juliet
I exhale heavily as I stare out of the car at the maniac. How did I know this was coming?
Stay calm.
“Henley,” I sigh.
“We need to talk.” His chest is rising and falls as he struggles for control.
“It’s too late.”
“No, it’s not,” he fires back.
“Do not dare throw a childish tantrum, Henley. I’m warning you right now,” I yell. “We have nothing to talk about.”
“But . . .” His face falls. “We have everything to talk about.” His voice softens, and I know that somehow the gentle version of Henley James’s personality has shown up.
The one I can’t resist.
“Please . . .” His eyes search mine.
“Henley . . .” I drag my hand through my hair. Damn it. He doesn’t make anything easy, does he? “Now is not the time.”
“Now is the only time.” He stands in front of my open car door so that we can’t drive away. “Please. Can we just talk about this?”
I exhale heavily.
“What’s he doing?” Joel says, unimpressed, from behind the wheel.
“Just . . .” I sigh. What do I even do here? This is so fucking awkward for Joel.
“Last night . . . I don’t know why I say the things I do,” he stammers in a panic. “I don’t mean them. I’m sorry.”
