Two hours later, the train screeches to a halt, jolting me from my thoughts. I square my shoulders and step off the platform, pushing the guilt about lying to Eden down as best I can.
For now, I’ll just focus on getting through the night and maybe someday I’ll find a way to believe that I deserve good things and ease too.
Chapter 25 – Cain
“Okay… run this by me one more time.” My sister Rosie demands as she folds her arms across her chest.
I shake my head. “I’m not repeating myself.”
“Cain…”
“You wouldn’t get it,” I say, trying to avoid eye contact with my bewildered little sister.
“Please, enlighten me on why you thought it was a good idea to book asextherapy session with the model from Rebel’s shoot who you sued? How did you evenknowthat she was a sex therapist?” Her brown eyes are wide as she stares at me in what looks like is a mixture of shock and appall.
I sigh. “It’s a long story.” One that stems back to almost a year ago now of accidental run-ins and nights spent naked where I’ve slowly fallen for the wild woman who makes me happy from a small-town in Connecticut.
I glance out the window of my top floor apartment where snow is gently blanketing the streets of New York City below. It’s mid-November now, and completely out of the norm for us to get winter weather this early. I feel even worse knowing I’ve made Rhiannon commute into the city in it but at least I know she won’t be out with Rebel tonight and get stuck somewhere talking to him…
Laughing with him…
Getting snowed in with him…
My jaw clenches and my fists flex at my side.
Not a date my ass.
Rosie stretches out on my couch like she has no plans to leave. It’s the same white one that Rhiannon pointed out never gets used and to be frank, my sister may be the first person to have ever sat on it.
“I have all evening.”
“Well, I don’t. I have a therapy appointment, remember? Don’t you have somewhere to be tonight? Friends to hang out with or something?”
A sad look passes over her face for just a moment before she’s back to her usual self. “It’s Sunday.”
“I’m aware.”
“So, what’s the story behind the girl?” she presses again.
I sigh. Fine. “The whole courthouse meet up wasn’t the first time I ran into her.”
Her brows raise. “What?”
“I met her back in March… at Bryant Park.”
Her brows raise higher. “Uh-huh. And?”
“You’re going to make me spit this out for you, aren’t you?”
Her brown eyes widen to an almost comic size. “You guys slept together back then?”
I nod, waiting for her inevitable outburst. But instead of outrage, she bursts into laughter.
“Oh my gosh, Iloveher. She’s going to be so pissed when she finds out it’s you who booked this appointment! What are you trying to do? Go for round two?”
I sigh and shove a hand through my hair. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I want to tell Rosie that I have feelings for her. Ones that didn’t make sense to me at first either but now do. Obviously, it’s not love. I couldn’t say that—I barely even know her!
