The Billionaire's Kiss(97)

Callie reached up and wrapped her hand around the thin gold strand of her pearl necklace and pulled hard, snapping the necklace. She held it in her clenched fist like she wanted to throw it at Logan's head. She looked deep into his eyes, and it gutted him to see her in so much pain. She opened her hand and let the necklace fall to the ground. She turned and walked away.

Logan wanted to jump out of his seat and run after her. He wanted to tell her that he loved her too, and that he just wanted what was best for her. He wanted to tell her that he didn't deserve her, and that in time she'd thank him for what he'd done. Instead, he leaned down and picked the broken necklace up off of the floor and slid it into his pocket. She was gone. Logan grabbed his glass and took a long, slow drink.





Twenty Four

Callie wasn’t sad. Sadness would mean locking herself in her bedroom with a bottle of wine and watching Audrey Hepburn movies all day. It would mean a hollow ache deep inside. It would mean crying and uncertainty, and that wasn’t what she felt at all. Callie was mad. She was angry. She felt like Logan had placed a smoldering ember deep inside her chest when he broke up with her that night. She felt it while she tried to work, tried to sleep, tried to pretend that Logan hadn’t deeply hurt her. The ember, that hot, glowing anger, made her want to find Logan and shake him for being such an idiot.

She knew what he was doing and why he had done it. She tried to change his mind, but he had pushed her away because he thought he’d drag her down or get her tangled up in his scandal. She knew he was trying to protect her, but that didn’t excuse what he had done. It wasn’t his choice to make, and she was mad as hell at him, but she wasn’t about to sit around and pout. She just didn’t know what to do next. She couldn’t just show up at work after quitting, and she didn’t know how to apologize to Amy. She couldn’t go back to Logan, and she couldn’t admit that Amy had been right about him, so she just stayed in her apartment, stress cleaning every corner of her room and trying to find some way to put her life back together.

By the third day, Callie had run out of things to clean, items to organize, files to color code. She had even stayed up all night reordering her books according to ISBN. Something needed something to change. She knew it. More than once, she had looked up after hours of sorting and stacking to find Charlotte shaking her head in the doorway. Charlotte hadn’t said much since Callie had returned, but Callie could tell she was worried. If she weren’t fast asleep, she’d probably be standing over her shoulder giving her that concerned look. Callie needed something to get her out of her apartment and her mind off of Logan. She nearly cried out in joy when her phone rang shortly after sunrise. It was Vi. She jumped over to the phone and picked it up. “Hello?” she said.

“Good morning,” Vi said. “I didn’t think you’d be awake at this hour, but I thought I’d let you know that your sister is about to give birth.” Callie could hear Amy’s shouts in the background.

“Right now?”

“Either that or she’s practicing for some cursing competition. You girls are always so prim and proper, but you swear like sailors, and I’ve known quite a few sailors.”

“I’ll be over in a few.”

“Aren’t you still in Newport?” Vi asked. “Amy said something about a spat between the two of you.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a spat.”

“Well, she didn’t either, dear,” Vi said with a laugh. Callie could only imagine what Amy had said. On second thought, maybe it was better if she didn’t imagine that at all.

“I’ll be over soon,” Callie said.

“We’ll be waiting for you.”

Callie hung up and searched her room for an outfit, but had trouble finding anything suitable. Either she was overtired or her new organization scheme was not as brilliant as she had thought. She started pulling shirts and dresses off of hangers as she looked for the right outfit, after all, what do you wear when you need to congratulate and apologize to someone at the same time. Screw it, Callie thought. She grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt. She pulled her hair up into a bun and headed for the door. It wasn’t like she had anyone to impress anyway.

Callie found Vi snoring in a chair outside Amy’s hospital room with her head tilted back and her hands wrapped around a large purse. Amy and Ethan were inside the room, behind a closed door, and Callie waited for a moment before heading over to wake up Vi. She felt a sudden rush of emotion, and her eyes started to tear up as she thought of how she had almost missed this moment because of some dumb fight. She sat down next to Vi and tapped her on the shoulder. “Vi, it’s me,” Callie said. “I just wanted to let you know I’m here.”#p#分页标题#e#