“Did you really call it off, Hanna? Did you tell people you weren’t going to marry him? Or was it a secret again?”
“I…” I force my lungs to take air. “That’s not fair. You knew I couldn’t remember, and you lied.”
He studies me for a minute. “And how much do you remember?”
“I remember the day we made love. I remember you telling me that it was time for me to make a choice.”
“After that?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
He looks back to the water. “Let’s just say that by the time you left my place, it was pretty clear I couldn’t give you what you wanted. And after five days of you not answering my calls or texts…”
“Yet a week later, you were at my house, climbing into my bed?”
“Foolish optimism.”
“What happened? Why did you have to lie?”
“I was right, wasn’t I? It didn’t take you long to take him back.” His gaze flicks to my hand, and I realize his jaw is hard—angry. “You didn’t wait long to put his ring back on your finger. I’m not the only one who lied.”
The wind whips my hair around my face and stings my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re f**king kidding me, right? You took off his ring and told me you weren’t going to marry him. But what you really meant was that you wanted your rebound boy again. That’s all I am to you, the guy you like to screw around with when Max hurts your feelings.”
“That’s unfair,” I breathe.
“Is it? How long after my supposed death did you wait to f**k him, Hanna?”
Hanna. Not angel. I’ve lost that label. “You walked away from me.”
“I didn’t walk away. I let you go.”
“What’s the difference?”
He shakes his head. “Go home. I’m sorry I interrupted you. Go back to f**king your fiancé.”
His words hurt. They make me feel dirty and ashamed when I’ve done nothing wrong.
“Why did you even come here tonight? To hurt me? To make me feel guilty? Mission. Accomplished.”
He turns and closes the distance between us, sliding his fingers into my hair and cupping my jaw in his hands. “I came because I thought you would be grieving me and I couldn’t stand the idea of you hurting.” His eyes dip to my mouth. “But I guess I didn’t need to worry about that.”
I swallow hard and wait for my feet to obey my mind—to back away before he can kiss me. But they don’t. I’ve never had any willpower to resist this man, and I wonder if that weakness will be my undoing.
“You have no idea what the last ten days have been like for me.”
“No. I guess Max is the only one who knows that.” When he lifts his eyes back to mine, the pain there rips me in two.
“I won’t apologize for loving him. He’s a good man.”
“I’m glad,” he says. “I hope you two have a good life.”
Another punch in the gut, but my gut’s practically numb by now, so I hardly wince. “So this is it, then? You’re just going to show up on my doorstep—alive when you’re supposed to be dead—make me feel like shit, and then walk away?”
He leans his forehead against mine and our breath mingles. His hands tighten in my hair almost painfully. “Are you asking me to do something else?”
“No,” I whisper, and that’s it. That’s all I have left. All my will and all my strength go into that single word.
He releases me and steps back. I wait for relief, but it doesn’t come. His eyes are resting on my left hand, and I want to cut it off for the pain it puts on his face.
“Goodbye, Hanna.”
2
THE CLOCK’S second hand mocks me as I sit in Hanna’s otherwise silent apartment and wait for her to return.
I wanted to tell her not to go, but I knew she needed to. I wanted to go with her, but I would have just been in the way.
What the hell am I going to do now?
I’m not a fool. I know she still loves him, and I know she wouldn’t still be wearing my ring if he hadn’t been presumed dead. What I don’t know is how this changes things. Am I supposed to step aside so she can be with the father of her children? Am I supposed to hold on tight and pretend it doesn’t kill me to see the way she looks at him—as if he’s some gift, a miracle from the heavens? As if no one and nothing exists for her when he’s near?
In the cupboard, I find the wrapped jewelry box I positioned by the coffee and tuck it into my pocket. I have epically bad timing. I’d just gotten the ring and made plans to propose when Meredith decided to throw a wrench in my world, and tonight, I’d hidden the house key when Nate showed up at her door.
I shouldn’t have signed the lease, but it seemed like the perfect surprise. We spend more nights together than apart, and I hate the idea of her using those stairs several times a day. And with the babies coming…
The door groans softly as it opens. Hanna’s face is pale, her cheeks wet with tears.
I stand without thinking.
What a f**king ass**le. It’s all I can do not to track him down and punch him in the face. Because she’s standing here pale and limp, and he did that to her. He showed up on her doorstep without warning and then walked away like he didn’t just turn her world upside down. And whatever he said when she went to find him made her cry. Asshole.
“I…” I force my lungs to take air. “That’s not fair. You knew I couldn’t remember, and you lied.”
He studies me for a minute. “And how much do you remember?”
“I remember the day we made love. I remember you telling me that it was time for me to make a choice.”
“After that?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
He looks back to the water. “Let’s just say that by the time you left my place, it was pretty clear I couldn’t give you what you wanted. And after five days of you not answering my calls or texts…”
“Yet a week later, you were at my house, climbing into my bed?”
“Foolish optimism.”
“What happened? Why did you have to lie?”
“I was right, wasn’t I? It didn’t take you long to take him back.” His gaze flicks to my hand, and I realize his jaw is hard—angry. “You didn’t wait long to put his ring back on your finger. I’m not the only one who lied.”
The wind whips my hair around my face and stings my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re f**king kidding me, right? You took off his ring and told me you weren’t going to marry him. But what you really meant was that you wanted your rebound boy again. That’s all I am to you, the guy you like to screw around with when Max hurts your feelings.”
“That’s unfair,” I breathe.
“Is it? How long after my supposed death did you wait to f**k him, Hanna?”
Hanna. Not angel. I’ve lost that label. “You walked away from me.”
“I didn’t walk away. I let you go.”
“What’s the difference?”
He shakes his head. “Go home. I’m sorry I interrupted you. Go back to f**king your fiancé.”
His words hurt. They make me feel dirty and ashamed when I’ve done nothing wrong.
“Why did you even come here tonight? To hurt me? To make me feel guilty? Mission. Accomplished.”
He turns and closes the distance between us, sliding his fingers into my hair and cupping my jaw in his hands. “I came because I thought you would be grieving me and I couldn’t stand the idea of you hurting.” His eyes dip to my mouth. “But I guess I didn’t need to worry about that.”
I swallow hard and wait for my feet to obey my mind—to back away before he can kiss me. But they don’t. I’ve never had any willpower to resist this man, and I wonder if that weakness will be my undoing.
“You have no idea what the last ten days have been like for me.”
“No. I guess Max is the only one who knows that.” When he lifts his eyes back to mine, the pain there rips me in two.
“I won’t apologize for loving him. He’s a good man.”
“I’m glad,” he says. “I hope you two have a good life.”
Another punch in the gut, but my gut’s practically numb by now, so I hardly wince. “So this is it, then? You’re just going to show up on my doorstep—alive when you’re supposed to be dead—make me feel like shit, and then walk away?”
He leans his forehead against mine and our breath mingles. His hands tighten in my hair almost painfully. “Are you asking me to do something else?”
“No,” I whisper, and that’s it. That’s all I have left. All my will and all my strength go into that single word.
He releases me and steps back. I wait for relief, but it doesn’t come. His eyes are resting on my left hand, and I want to cut it off for the pain it puts on his face.
“Goodbye, Hanna.”
2
THE CLOCK’S second hand mocks me as I sit in Hanna’s otherwise silent apartment and wait for her to return.
I wanted to tell her not to go, but I knew she needed to. I wanted to go with her, but I would have just been in the way.
What the hell am I going to do now?
I’m not a fool. I know she still loves him, and I know she wouldn’t still be wearing my ring if he hadn’t been presumed dead. What I don’t know is how this changes things. Am I supposed to step aside so she can be with the father of her children? Am I supposed to hold on tight and pretend it doesn’t kill me to see the way she looks at him—as if he’s some gift, a miracle from the heavens? As if no one and nothing exists for her when he’s near?
In the cupboard, I find the wrapped jewelry box I positioned by the coffee and tuck it into my pocket. I have epically bad timing. I’d just gotten the ring and made plans to propose when Meredith decided to throw a wrench in my world, and tonight, I’d hidden the house key when Nate showed up at her door.
I shouldn’t have signed the lease, but it seemed like the perfect surprise. We spend more nights together than apart, and I hate the idea of her using those stairs several times a day. And with the babies coming…
The door groans softly as it opens. Hanna’s face is pale, her cheeks wet with tears.
I stand without thinking.
What a f**king ass**le. It’s all I can do not to track him down and punch him in the face. Because she’s standing here pale and limp, and he did that to her. He showed up on her doorstep without warning and then walked away like he didn’t just turn her world upside down. And whatever he said when she went to find him made her cry. Asshole.
