Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
I’m an actual psychopath.
I can feel myself being one, and yet I have no control over my thought processes.
“What time do we have to be there?” I ask.
“Half hour.”
“Okay, I’ll get ready.”
He goes to kiss me, and I pull out of his grip and stand. “Can you make me a cup of tea, babe?” I ask.
“Okay.” His eyes hold mine, as if knowing something is wrong.
“What?”
He raises an eyebrow. “What, what?”
“Tea?”
“You got it.” He stands and walks out of the room, and I close my eyes and internally kick myself.
He should run while he can.
“So . . .” Rosemary smiles into her coffee. “What are you two going to do all week?”
“The question is what aren’t we going to do.” Blake winks across the table at me.
His sisters all laugh, and his dad nudges me with his elbow with a chuckle.
I force a smile.
The morning has been happy and jovial.
Blake’s family are beautiful people, and yet I’ve sat here all through breakfast feeling like an outsider. I mean, what’s the point of getting attached to them?
Just more people to lose.
They chat and laugh, and I stare into space a million miles away.
Coming here was a mistake.
Falling for Blake was the monumental mistake of all mistakes.
Now the worst possible scenario is going to come into play.
I’m going to lose him as a friend, which is something that I never, ever wanted to do.
It’s only early days. Hopefully we can . . . be civil about this and retain our friendship.
I imagine a life without him in it, and my heart constricts.
So dumb, Rebecca.
“Okay, well, we should get going,” his father says. “Our plane isn’t going to wait for us.”
We all stand, and everyone says their goodbyes. Rosemary pulls me into her arms. “Have the best week, darling.”
“I will.” I hug her a little bit tighter.
It was nice nearly knowing you.
“Have a safe flight home.” I smile. I hug his sisters and then his father, and as they walk off into the distance, I’m left alone with Blake. I glance up, and he raises an unimpressed eyebrow.
“What?”
Huh?
“Are you still unwell?”
“I’m fine.”
“Were you ever unwell?”
“What does that mean?” I fire back.
“Just that I know you, and I know that something is bothering you, and I would like to know what it is.”
“Stop being so dramatic.” I roll my eyes.
“So let me get this straight—you’re telling me that there is nothing wrong with you?”
“Open your ears.” I’m getting annoyed now.
“What the fuck was that, then?” he mutters under his breath.
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“You said two words through a two-hour breakfast and faked about two hundred smiles.”
“I’m just . . .” I stop myself before I say something I’m going to regret.
“You just what?” He raises his eyebrow in question. “Spit it out.”
I’m taken aback by his aggression; I haven’t seen this side of him before.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware I had to”—I raise my fingers to air quote—“entertain.”
His eyes hold mine before he turns and storms off.
What?
I march after him. “What are you doing?”
“Going back to the hotel.” He walks ahead, and I nearly run to catch up with him.
“You’re angry because I didn’t talk through breakfast?” I scoff.
He keeps walking.
“Because damn it, if I had known, I would have juggled the salt and pepper shakers to be more interesting.”
He rolls his eyes and keeps walking.
“Will you slow down,” I snap as I run to keep up.
“Get your own cab back to the hotel.”
“What?” I stop on the spot. “Why?”
“I don’t share cabs with liars.”
“Are you serious?” I’m infuriated.
I’m the one who’s angry here, fucker . . . there are no prizes for second.
“How am I a liar?” I snap.
“Oh please.” He rolls his eyes. “Do not insult my intelligence, Rebecca. Something is bothering you. Do not tell me otherwise.” He holds his arm up for a cab, and I stand awkwardly beside him.
I can feel the animosity radiating out of him. Huh . . . Who knew?
Blake Grayson is feisty.
Not sure I like this side one little bit.
“Be careful, Blake.”
In slow motion, his head turns toward me, and his eyes widen. “Did you really just say that?”
I wither a little.
Okay, maybe too far.
A cab pulls up, and he gets in and goes to shut the door behind him.
Is he fucking serious?
“I’m coming,” I snap. He begrudgingly slides over, and I climb in behind him and slam the door shut. He glares out the window as we drive in silence. Why the hell is he so angry? I wasn’t rude to his family . . . shit, was I?
Ugh, maybe I was.
Damn it, I thought I was hiding it well.
We ride in silence, and finally the car pulls to a stop at our hotel. He climbs out and turns to take my hand while I climb out, and then he drops it like a hot potato and turns and marches inside.