She blushed, a pretty pink brightly showing against her pale cheeks.“We’re not telling anyone, at least not until the show ends.”
“That has to be tough.”
“Did your coworkers know about you and …”
“Sam,” I said.“No.But I’m not sure they would have cared.Maybe if I was still working there, but now?”I shook my head.“Other people knowing wasn’t the issue with us.”
“Can I ask what happened?”
“We gave ourselves a used-by date.When we reached it, I wanted to continue.He didn’t.Sam and I …” I sighed.“We both know what we want, and right now, his priority is the bar.I never told him how I felt, but Sam’s a smart man.If he doesn’t know already, he’ll figure it out.”
“So, you’re just going to wait around for him?That doesn’t seem like you.”
“Who the hell said I’m waiting around?I’ve got my own shit to worry about.”I smiled.“Or did you think I invited you here for my own amusement?”
Wes didn’t budge.Damn those puppy dog eyes.It’s like trying to lie to a Labrador.
“I’m not waiting around,” I stated.Because I would never.“But I might be keeping busy and hoping he gets his head out of his ass.”
“And if he doesn’t?”There’s a resigned acceptance in Wes’ voice like he was doing his own waiting.
“Then … I keep going.There’ll always be a part of me that loves him, but you can’t change how other people feel.”
