“Rachel made it—”
“No,” she cut him off.“Thankyou,Benny.”He must have looked confused because she decided to elaborate.“For everything.The lift.A place to stay.Getting my stuff.I appreciate it.”
He didn’t know what to say.Sassy, fiery Bethany he could handle.But sweet, vulnerable Bethany, her voice trembling, her eyes sad—there was no way he stood a chance.
Get the hell out of there.
Lucky for him, the next words she spoke gave him an out.“I think I’m just gonna stay up here with my beer if that’s okay?”
Still clearly unable to string a sentence together, he decided to give her a nod before quickly backing out of the room.
Coward!
There was no point in denying it.When it came to Bethany Mayer, there was no denying it.He was the coward of all cowards.
CHAPTER THREE
This morning, Bethanyshould have been waking up to the view of Cabo’s white sandy beaches.She should have been in her private pool, soaking up the sun and quite possibly a large Margarita while nibbling on the elaborate breakfast delivered to the honeymoon suite.She should have been married.And happy.
But thanks to the dumpster fire that was her life, where was she waking up instead?Her ex-boyfriend’s bedroom, that’s where.Wrapped in pine-scented sheets, that she couldn’t quite stop herself from drinking in all night.
I hate myself.
A sentiment she voiced by moaning into the soft feather pillow before forcing herself onto her back.There, she stared at the wooden beams above her, wondering when the hell Benjamin Tucker grew up.This was the room of an actual adult male.There were no peeling posters of dirt bikes and rock bands.Clothes weren’t scattered everywhere and the only things cluttering the nightstand were the three empty cans of beer she’d drowned her sorrows with last night.
Right.Hence the pounding in my head.
Or was it her chest that was still thumping so hard it was likely shaking the rest of her body, too?Her eyes went to that note again, positioned between two cans.Fuck.There was so much she had to do.Speak to Doug, to her parents, figure out what to do with the apartment, where she was going to live.
Maybe start by turning on your phone?
She really didn’t want to do that.Doug’s note was bad enough; she wasn’t mentally prepared for her inbox yet.
Talking of things she wasn’t ready to face, her head shot up as two knocks hit the bedroom door.
“B?”Benny called before knocking once more.“I made you some coffee.”
