“Did you givemefive minutes when you kicked me to the curb?”
He had the good sense to grimace and I pushed against his chest. He didn’t budge.
“I fucked up,” he said.
“Let me go!” I snapped.
He reluctantly removed his arm and I turned to walk away again, but heard his boots behind me, so I stopped.
“Wyatt, please,” he rasped.
I faced him again and crossed my arms. “You have twenty seconds.”
“I fucked up.”
“You said that already.” I glanced at my watch. “Twelve seconds.”
“I thought—”
“I know what you thought. How about you tell me something I don’t already know?”
“Because I don’t think that’s possible,” he admitted.
“Okay, well, have a nice life. Thank you for bringing Teddy back safely.”
“You really not gonna let me apologize?”
I cocked my head. “You’re eighteen seconds in, buddy, and have yet to do so, so you tell me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not accepted.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.”
He sighed. “Baby—”
“Nope. We’re not doing that. I asked you not to break me, but you took the very first chance to shatter what we were building, so an apology means nothing to me.”
“I should have—”
“Shoulda coulda woulda,” I snapped. “It’s done.”
“No second chance?” he asked quietly.
“You were the one who said you were never going to get married again, and I want kids, which means a husband.” I shrugged. “This break is for the best. I really am grateful you took care of Teddy. But as far as you and me trying again? No.”
“Okay, Dimples, I’ll walk you to your car.”
“I’m good.”
“It’s midnight. I’m walkin’ you to your car.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
He walked me to my car, held the door while I climbed in, then watched me pull away. I waited until I was past the stop sign before I completely broke down.
