More silence. Just the engine and the tires on pavement and my heart beating too fast.
We’re almost at my apartment when he finally speaks. “We’re on the road for the next two weeks.”
“Okay.”
“So I’ll see you in Maple Lake. For the wedding.”
Oh. My heart sinks. That’s it?
We’re not going to talk about what’s been going on with him. We’re not going to address that kiss back there. Heck, I guess we’re not even going to talk about winning that stupid game.
I don’t know why I thought that kiss meant anything in the first place.
He pulls up in front of my building.
Parks. Doesn’t turn off the engine.
Leaves it idling. Ready to escape.
I should get out. Thank him. Go inside. Process this disaster.
But I can’t.
“Did I do something wrong?” The words just come out. No filter. No dignity. What is wrong with me?
His gaze snaps up. “What?”
“I just…feel like something’s off between us.” I sound pitiful. Get out of the car, Chloe. For the love…
“No. We’re good.” His voice is rough. And then he sighs, the kind that feels like I’m annoying him.
Right.
My hand finds the door handle.
“I’ll see you in two weeks, Chloe.”
“Yeah.” I’m already getting out. “See you then.”
Door closes. Maybe with more force than necessary.
I walk up the steps without looking back.
He drives away, tires squealing slightly.
Roadrunner cloud of smoke.
Gone.
I’ll admit, he really had me going at the party.
Someone give that man an Oscar.
Twelve
Brody
“You want ice for that?”
