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I held up the phone, feeling every inch the jilted boyfriend, about to make a scene.
“Want to tell me what the fuck this is about?”
Her steps slowed as she focused on the phone in my hand. Slowly a line formed between her eyebrows as she gently took the phone from my hand.
“Oh this…it’s nothing.”
She set the phone down on the counter and moved around me.
“Are you packed, and did you by chance download the airline app on your phone so they can just scan your ticket?”
I already had it on my phone.
She spun on her heel and tilted her head. “And I know you think you already have the app, but this is a different airline.”
“Haley, why is Jeffery Akers asking if you’re meeting here and why the fuck is he referencing wood getting up?”
She let out a sigh but didn’t answer me.
I didn’t have the energy for this shit.
“You want to fuck him, then go. If you think you can. I warned you what I would do if you wanted someone else.”
Her head snapped up, eyes wide and her mouth parted. “Wait, what?”
I threw my arms wide. “Isn’t that what the fuck this is about?”
My nose was burning again, and I fucking hated the sensation. I felt like was going to lose her again. And hadn’t I lost her for nine weeks while she played this stupid fucking game of building a foundation? All for what? So she could fuck Jeffery Akers on top of it?
I turned and was ready to leave but Haley grabbed my forearm, stopping me.
“Liam. Oh my gosh, that’s not at all what’s going on. Jeffery was going to help me pick out the right wood for an extra shelf in your office. I saw that you came back with a few new trophies, and I thought it would be nice to have a place to display them. I was trying to surprise you.”
Her eyes went soft, like this would magically fix everything, but it did the opposite.
A scoff left me as I gripped the edge of the counter and tried to regain composure, but it wasn’t working. There was a tornado in my chest.
“So he’s the one who’s helped you with all this stuff?” I lifted my eyes, and Haley looked up at the large picture frame on the wall.
The blush that followed told me I was right.
“The dresser, chairs, pictures…” I watched as she took a step back, lowering her face.
It hit me. “Seraph’s room?”
Tucking a few loose strands of that silky hair away, she lifted her chin.
“We’re just friends, Liam. He helped me while you were—"
“Fuck, Haley!” I snapped, throwing a magazine we’d gotten in the mail across the room.
“So while I was away, giving us distance and space for the foundation you wanted, you were here playing house with him? Replacing everything in my house like it’s your own. Not asking me a single time for my input, much less my permission! We spoke every night, it’s not like you couldn’t get a hold of me, or like I just left you.”
Her face grew determined as she stepped forward. “Liam, come on, you know me better than that. He helped me hang and move a few things, that’s it. And as far as the rest—you did leave me. You left all of us. And yes, over the past nine weeks, I made this place feel like my home because that’s what it became. If you have a problem with it, then change it.”
With her face drawn in tight, she waited for me to respond, but I didn’t even know what to say, so I stormed off and slammed the door behind me.
CHAPTERTWENTY
