“Fine. But I need you to promise me something.”
“What?” Her gaze flits to the building, and she knows what I’m about to ask.
“Promise me you’ll listen to your gut. If it doesn’t feel right, don’t stay with him. You deserve better.”
“You don’t know anything about our relationship.”
“Maybe not. But I knowyou. And I can see the doubt reflected in your eyes.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Okay. Well, if that’s not reason enough, how about this? No one willeverbe good enough for you. Least of all him.”
Blair’s throat bobs but her expression remains stoic. “And I suppose you are?” she challenges, thinning her lips, clearly expecting me to say yes.
“No. Not even close.”
Her lips part but before she can say anything else, Nathan opens the door, waving for her attention.
“You better go before he explodes.” I roll my eyes, a sinking feeling settling in my gut. “Please remember what I said. I’ll be seeing you.”
Turning to leave, I’ve only taken a step when she calls out after me. “No, you won’t, Zane. You won’t be seeing me. This is goodbye.”
I grin to myself, waving over my shoulder without looking back, my lips curling into a soft grin. “We’ll see. Night, B.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Blair
Damn him.Damn him, damn him.“We’ll see?”We’ll fucking see?
That’s not giving me the closure I need. The closure Iwant.
A sharp pang twinges in my gut but I ignore it. I’ve got too much on my plate to process it right now. Namely, Nathan hovering in the doorway, waiting for me with an uncertain smile.
If I could, I’d turn around and beeline to my car like I was originally planning to do. But that’s not an option anymore. We need to talk.
“Are you okay?” he calls out, and on seeing me step forward, he breathes a sigh of relief.
He rushes forward, and my throat tightens as I hold up a hand to stop him. “Inside, Nathan.”
I glance over my shoulder, catching Zane’s intense eyes boring into mine, and my skin heats.
Walking slowly, I put off the conversation for as long as I can, but once we’re in the lobby, it’s time to face the music.
“Can we sit?” I point to the couches in the quieter lounge area and Nathan nods, his eyes flashing back toward the door.
“What’s Zane doing here?” He follows me, failing to hide the venom in his tone. He should be thanking him. If it wasn’t for Zane confronting us outside, I would have jumped in my car and driven home.
“Have you been seeing him?” he asks, his voice somewhat softer this time, more broken.
I wince, perching on the arm of a couch, my eyes wide in disbelief. “You think now is a good time to mention Zane?” My shoulders drop when he sighs, and for a moment, I feel guilty. Until I remember why we were arguing. “This hasnothingto do with him. I gave you a chance. It’s Monday, Nathan. You always have the evening off and you werelate.” My voice rises and I slam my eyes shut, letting out a breath before glancing around the room, thankful that no one is staring. “God, we should have gone somewhere more private.” Or maybe I should have gone home when he walked in twenty minutes laterthan we agreed to meet.
“I booked a room,” Nathan says and I balk.
“You what?”
“I booked a room upstairs. In case.” He shrugs as an anxious feeling wells up inside me.
