“And if he says he doesn’t want to see me?”
“Girl, are you really worried about that?”
The question came out comically, but I could see the concern in her eyes.
She was right, I couldn’t go over there thinking the worst would happen. I was being silly and acting like a girl.
“You’re right,” I laughed. “He had a bad day, and I’m completely overreacting.”
“See? I knew you’d come to your senses. Now, help me up and into the shower before I puke all over your bed.”
I was out of bed before she could even finish the sentence. I knew exactly how Cheyenne got when she wasn’t feeling well, and I didn’t want to be the one to clean up the mess.
After getting her in the shower, I poured myself a bowl of cerealand sat down at the kitchen counter, going through bills. I did everything possible to clear my head of the negative thoughts refusing to leave me, but nothing could distract me.
“Ugh,” I grumbled to myself. “Just call him and get it over with.”
I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, not giving myself a chance to change my mind.
But when he didn’t answer, that doubt came creeping back into my mind.
“This is ridiculous. I don’t have time to sit around and worry about a man.”
Tossing the phone down, I quickly got dressed, forgoing my shower in a desperate need to get to work and shake off these horrible feelings.
The day dragged with easy repairs, giving my mind way too much time to think about Liam. I battled with myself about whether or not I should go to his house after work. I argued every point I could think of, and yet, uncertainty still swarmed me.
For some reason, I knew that if I went out there, it would mean the end of us.
“Fuck it,” I said, hanging up my coveralls. “If it’s the end, then it’s the end.”
“Talking to yourself?” Wyatt asked, watching me from the break room door.
“Just angry at myself.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Since when do you care?” I snapped, my anger taking over good sense.
If he was surprised by my outrage, he said nothing about it.
“Sorry,” I muttered, shaking off my bad mood as best I could.
But he just shrugged and headed back into his office. “See you Monday.”
“Yeah.”
I couldn’t go on like this. My normal peppy personality had taken a major hit in the span of a week. Either Liam was going to explainwhy he was ghosting me, or he could damn well get over his mantrum and behave like a normal person.
As I drove out to his house, I prayed he chose the second option.
23
LIAM
Slidingthe brush over the horse, I tried to forget everything else in my life and focus on this one thing I could do.
With my arm and side all fucked up, there wasn’t much I could do to help around the ranch, but brushing Clover was one thing I could still manage.
