Fuck, she was everywhere.
“Sam, I’m worried about you.”
I put my drink down on the coffee table Grace and I had bought. Why the fuck did I have a table to put my fucking whiskey on? Anger boiled up inside me and I flung the table over. My cup of whiskey flew across the room, liquid raining in an amber arc across the couch, the crack of the table leg breaking providing the sound track.
“What was that?” Angie asked.
Now I’d have to pour myself more whiskey. “Nothing. I dropped my drink.” I stooped to collect the white mug. The handle had snapped off but I could still drink out of it. I headed to the kitchen to get the bottle.
“Are you okay, Sam?”
“I told you, I’m fine. Not a scratch on me. And Grace is fine. She’s been discharged.”
“And how would you know that? She said she hasn’t heard from you since she woke up.”
I didn’t respond. I had nothing to say. I couldn’t deny what Angie was saying and I had no reason to try and excuse it. But I had to put my survival above everything else. It was the only way. I’d made a mistake by caring about someone. I couldn’t handle the pain of even the thought of something happening to Grace. It was easier for both of us to walk away now.
I might miss her wide smile and generous heart. I might miss her warm touch and light kisses. I might miss the way she made me feel, but it was better this way.
I may have survived my parents’ deaths, but it had sliced a crack straight through me that constantly threatened to break open.
Walking away now, I had a chance.
This way I was safe.
And alone.
“Come in,” I said to the knock at my door. I’d specifically told my assistant, Rosemary, that I couldn’t be interrupted. I had a lot of people to catch up with after being out for a week.
Rosemary poked her head around the door. “Sorry to disturb you but I thought I should let you know that there’s a woman in reception who wants to see you. When I explained you were busy all day, she just told me she’d wait and took a seat.”
My heart began to pound. I knew exactly who it was. Couldn’t Grace take a hint? Jesus, she was stubborn.
“I don’t know what to do,” Rosemary said with a helpless shrug. “She looks like she might sit there all day. Do you want me to call security?”
“Did you get her name?” I asked, even though I knew damn well.#p#分页标题#e#
“Grace Astor. I think she’s been here once before.”
I stared at the screen and nodded, trying to pretend that hearing her name hadn’t affected me. “Show her in and I’ll see why she came.”
“Okay.” She paused. “Can I help in any way? Is she waiting for payment? She wouldn’t tell me anything.”
“I have no idea what she wants, but I’ll deal with her.”
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Rosemary went to say something else, then thankfully thought better of it and closed the door behind her.
I closed my eyes.
Breathe, Sam. Breathe.
Being cruel to be kind was in her best interests as much as it was my own. It might hurt to start off with, but it was pain that could be survived.
I opened my eyes at the sound of the door handle turning but I didn’t look away from my computer screen.
“Grace Astor,” Rosemary announced as Grace hobbled in on crutches. Why the hell hadn’t I been the one to take the hit? Why had it had to happen to the only woman I’d ever had any hope of a future with?
I kept my eyes facing the screen but all I could focus on was Grace—so small and fragile.
I could almost hear the ticking of a clock in the fraction of a second I didn’t acknowledge her.
As soon as the door shut behind Rosemary, Grace used her crutches to step toward my desk. I stood, shoving my hands in my pockets, my gaze fixed on the door to her left.
“Sam, look at me.”
I wanted to. I really did. I longed to take in every inch of her, commit her to memory before I’d never see her again. But at the same time, I wanted to go to her, scoop her up in my arms, tell her I was sorry and that everything was going to be okay.
“Why are you here? You should be resting at home,” I said.
“Why am I here?” she asked softly. “Where have you been?” Her voice grew louder. “Why haven’t you answered any of my calls or messages? It’s like you just disappeared.”
I had to do this. I had to make the wound sharp and deep or she’d never accept it was over. I turned my head and looked her straight in the eye. “Things got too heavy too quickly between us.” That much was true. Her love had run me over like a herd of buffalo. “I’ve had a chance to re-evaluate.” My ears began to buzz as if my words were coming from someone else.