“If you’d just waited, I would’ve thrown them out myself. I decided to do that when I was out walking. But no—you had to take care of it yourself, didn’t you? You weren’t going to let me decide.” I reach into the closet and pull out a small suitcase. I open it and start tossing in some essentials—underwear, moisturizer and some changes of clothes.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Can’t you tell?”
The sound of his breathing rings harshly in the room. He rakes his hair, then glares at me. “Dammit, Paige. If you walk out now, it’s over.”
I zip the bag. Suddenly I’m drained and empty. Tears prickle at my eyes, but I hold them back. They won’t do a thing to fix the situation.
“No, Ryder,” I tell him, facing him with my hand around the suitcase handle. “It was over when you decided that I was the one who released the sex tape for fame and fortune.”
Chapter Seven
Paige
It takes me over an hour to reach my stepsister’s house. The traffic is atrocious, even for Los Angeles, and makes me contemplate moving to a mountain top somewhere in the Himalayas.
I ring the bell and wait. Bethany and Oliver have given me free run of the place, but I don’t like to walk in unannounced since they’re still rather passionate about each other. After a few moments the door opens wide and Bethany steps out. She’s in a bright sunflower-yellow t-shirt and faded denim capris. A yellow number two pencil skewers a messy brown bun on top of her head. It’s her “I’m home and comfy” look.
She notes my suitcase, and a concerned expression comes over her face. Instead of asking questions, she pulls me inside.
I walk into the homey living room. Oliver adjusts his glasses as he walks out of the kitchen. His gaze drops to the suitcase, and a frown appears. “What’s going on?”
I stand by the couch, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “I know it’s sudden, but I need a place to stay for a while. Normally I’d go back to my apartment, but there are too many reporters.”
Bethany and Oliver exchange a quick look. She takes charge. After all, I’m her family. “Of course, you’re welcome to stay with us as long as you need. But… I thought you were getting married.”
“In less than three weeks. Is Ryder calling things off?” Disapproval pinches Oliver’s face.
“Not exactly,” I say. “But I guess they’re off now.” Ryder made that clear when he issued his ultimatum.
The silence in the room seems to suck all the air out, waiting and anticipating. I resist the urge to babble. The entire mess is just too embarrassing to share with my brother-in-law, even though he’s a sweetheart and I adore him.
Bethany comes over and hugs me tightly. “I’m so sorry, honey.”
Oliver pats my shoulder awkwardly. “Yeah, um… If you guys would like to talk privately…”
I shake my head. “It’s all right.”
Bethany puts a hand at the small of my back and leads me upstairs. “Let me show you to your room.”
They have three bedrooms. The biggest one is the master bedroom, and the smallest is a home office where Bethany does most of her web comic work. The medium-sized one is for overnight guests and has a double bed. Pale green sheets with an ivy pattern cover the mattress. The curtains are cool mint green against the light cream wall. Even though the room isn’t that large, it feels somewhat spacious because of the colors.
I set the suitcase at the foot of the bed and perch on the edge of the mattress. My knees shake, and fatigue settles all the way to my bones.
“Are you really all right?” Bethany asks, settling next to me.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Not surprising. I saw the news. The baby, right?”
I nod. We didn’t talk about anything like that when we accompanied Mom and Simon to the airport, but Bethany would have to be deaf and blind not to hear about it.
“I wish you’d told me,” she says.
Blinking away the tears before she can notice them, I put my elbows on my knees and clasp my hands together. “I’d just found out when you made your announcement. I didn’t want to steal your thunder.”
“Oh, Paige. You know it’s not like that.”
“I know. But at the time I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, or what was going to happen… If I was going to be a single mom or…what. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for certain.”
She sighs. “Ryder should do the right thing. It’s his baby, too.”
I press my lips together. I can’t tell Bethany what’s really going on. It’s not that I don’t trust her to be discreet. It’s just that I can’t let anybody know the entire truth behind the deal Ryder and I struck. Even if he made it clear what he thinks of me, I don’t want to be petty just to get back at him. Undoubtedly he’ll move on—there are thousands of eager women for him. It won’t take him long to find a woman who can play the role he wants.