The redhead nudged Ramsay, and he jerked his head round, following her out the door.
“What an absolute prick.” Cammie slammed her pint down on the table.
“Would you calm down,” Taran snapped at her. “You making a scene only made it worse for Tierney.”
It was true.
But I couldn’t speak.
And I knew Cammie’s intentions came from a good place.
Cammie flinched. “Shit. Tierney, I’m so sorry. I … I can’t believe him … I’m sorry.”
Slowly, the room returned to normal, but I could sense everyone watching me. Quinn’s sympathy was clear even from across the room, and I fought the urge to bolt. Rather, I stood, reaching calmly for my purse. It was new since Shawn Prescott had stolen mine after he stabbed me.
I’d been stabbed three weeks ago and my lover not only dumped me, but he’d walked out of the pub with another woman.
I hated him.
“I’m going home.”
“I’m coming with you.” Taran snatched up her purse too.
Cammie grabbed my hand. “I’m sorry.”
I squeezed hers in reassurance. “In the morning, I’m going to love you for what you did. But right now …” My lips trembled dangerously. “I need to leave.”
My friend nodded, pale with guilt, as she stood too. “Let’s all go.”
With my head held high, I got out of there without bursting into tears.
It was only once we were off Main Street and there was no one else around that the tears flooded out of me before I could stop them.
Taran and Cammie hugged me, protecting me inside an emotional and physical cocoon of friendship, as I sobbed for the first time since Ramsay ended things between us.
I promised myself it would be the last time I cried for him.
35.Ramsay
Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, trying to sleep and failing.
Akiva, sensing my turmoil, had her head on my chest, comforting me. I stroked her head and tried to close my eyes again.
As soon as I did, I saw Silver in the pub. Looking at me with such pain and betrayal and hatred.
My eyes flew open, and I cursed under my breath.
Despite having left the disappointed folk singer outside the rental she was staying at with the band, I couldn’t shift my guilt. I hadn’t slept with the redhead. After seeing Silver’s face in the pub, I couldn’t do it.
There was this pressure, this unpleasant sensation, crushing down on my chest.
I’d thought I could fuck a random woman and send a message to Silver. So that she wouldn’t feel bad about things ending between us. She’d feel like she’d made an escape. That somehow, we’d all move on.
But seeing her face and realizing I’d done that to her in front of everyone …
What a cruel fucking thing to do.
And more proof I didn’t deserve her.
