“I’m not the one whose ass is parked on nature’s popsicle.”
I breathe through it and manage to stand, gesturing toward the house. “I was just heading back to the house. Before the kids woke up.”
“Without saying goodbye?”
Are we really doing this now? “I didn’t want to make this harder than it needed to be.”
He tilts his head. “Make what harder?”
“The part where I have my life and you have yours. And your cookie girl has hers,” I snap, furious.
“My what?”
I take a decisive step forward. “It’s over. You said as much.”
“I believe we said as much,” he corrects, reaching for my hand.
I jerk it back.
“Fine. Whatever. We.” I steady myself and face him. “We’re not in a relationship, Harrison.”
“I know that, Pix.”
“And it’s not like I have feelings for you or anything.”
He folds his arms across his chest, jaw set. “Is that so?”
I take another step. “Yes. That’s so. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just be on my way.”
He moves before I can pass him. In two solid steps, he’s blocking the path entirely. His gaze locks onto mine.
“So that’s where we are,” he says quietly. “You feel nothing for me?”
Something flickers across his face. Hurt, maybe.
No. That’s ridiculous.
He’s a player. And players don’t have feelings.
I’m just the unlucky girl who fell for him anyway.
I lift my chin higher. “None.”
His voice drops to a rough growl. “Liar.”
He’s right.
But I’m not giving him the satisfaction of hearing it.
I’m already torn up. And the thought of leaving him and his beautiful children, hurts more than it should.
I’ve already grown attached. Way too attached. This isn’t healthy.
“I’m going.”
“Where?”
“Where do you think? To my hotel.”
