She tilts her head. “The way the cords are behaving and with your breathlessness, I wouldn’t be surprised if this takes the full six months…” She sighs. “I’m sorry, Danger.”
Danger slumps as I furrow my brows.
This is horrible news.
And not the news he was desperate for.
My heart pounds with anxiety as he suddenly stands, grabs a stapler from Sarah’s desk, and hurls it across the room. Itsmashes into a plant pot, cracking the terracotta and sending the dirt and flowers out onto the floor.
Sarah’s tense shoulders slump, and she takes a breath. “I know this is not the news you wanted to hear, Danger, but with hard work and determination, itwillcome back. You just have to work on it,” Sarah urges.
“And fucking lose my career in the meantime?” His voice trails off on the last three words, heavy with despair.
“It‘s okay, we’ll figure it out,” I try to ease his temper.
He glares at me with such fierce intent that it shocks me. “What would you know? You run a foundation from a hotel apartment. You knownothingabout fame, Lunar.”
My chest tightens. I thought we were past him pushing me aside and burning me out. The tears threaten to cascade onto my cheeks, but I shake my head and stand to walk out of the room.
I don’t want Danger to see me cry.
This man isnotworth my tears—now or ever.
I leave the therapy clinic via the back entrance and rush to the waiting car, parked in a private area so no paparazzi can gain access. Kane spots me and opens the door, raising his brow as I try to keep the tears at bay.
“Everything okay, Lunar?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.
Nodding, I fake a smile. “Danger will be out soon.”
He nods, letting me slide into the car.Goddammit!I wish Kane hadn’t shut the door so I could slam it myself.
I’m so fucking pissed at Danger right now.
I love the prick.
Doesn’t he know how much he’s hurting me?
Maybe he doesn’t care.
Maybe he doesn’t feel the same for me as I do for him.
Folding my arms over my chest while chewing on my bottom lip, I try my hardest not to cry. I know Danger will be here anysecond, and I don’t want to explain tears to him. Explaining why I left him will be hard enough.
As if on cue, the door opens, and Danger slips in. I don’t bother looking at him when he slides in next to me and exhales. “Why did you leave?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Danger scoffs. “Itdoesmatter.” He grabs my hands and turns me to face him. “Talk to me… honestly, Lunar.”
I pause, looking into his eyes, figuring I may as well tell him. “We’ve been through this what feels like a million times, Danger. You pull me in, only to push me away in such hurtful habits. So much so, you’re giving me whiplash.”
He clenches his eyes, scrubbing at his face like he is frustrated with himself. “Fuck! I know. It’s a defense mechanism. I can’t seem to stop it,” he murmurs.
I reach forward, yanking his hands from his face, and force him to look at me. His eyes are forlorn as he stares into mine. “Why aren’t I good enough for you?” I beg.
His face falls like I’ve viciously stabbed him in the chest as he rapidly shakes his head. “No. God, no. Ella made me feel like that when we broke up…” His nostrils flare. “That my love wasn’t good enough.” I watch as he takes a shady breath, mumbling, “Leave it to me to fuck up the one good thing I have going for me.” He says it so quietly, I’m not sure if I was meant to hear it.
“What does that have to do with me, Danger?” I ask, my voice rising higher than I meant it to.
