Saint scrubs both hands down his face. “You know what, I’m done. I’m done with you. You’re nothing to me.”
“You don’t mean that.” I shake my head, a sob escaping my quivering lips.
He bounds towards his motorcycle.
“Where are you going?” Lo asks.
“Back to California.”
“It’s almost eleven o’clock!” Micah exclaims.
“I don’t give a shit. I’m not spending another minute in this town.”
“You’re upset,” Micah says, chasing after him. “I can’t let you leave like this.”
“You going to stop me?”
“Listen to him,” Lo interjects. “You’re not in the right frame of mind. You could get yourself killed.”
Micah tackles Saint to the ground and they roll around, fists flying.
“Stop!” Blinding hot tears race down my cheeks.
“Look, we’ll all leave tonight, okay? Just stop this bullshit,” Lo says. “I’ll go get our stuff.”
Micah clambers to his feet first, then offers a hand to Saint, who rebuffs his assistance and stands on his own.
“Hurry up.” Saint jabs a finger at me. “I want far away from her.”
“I love you, Saint.”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Cocoa!” he yells and turns his back on me.
“What a fucking disaster,” Lo grumbles and goes into the house.
“He’ll hate me forever.”
Micah gives me a bear hug and I melt into his embrace. “Give him some time. He’s just hurting right now.”
“Love you.”
“Duh, everyone does.” He grins.
I laugh, though I’m dying inside. Micah always finds a way to cheer me up.
“But seriously, I’ll always have love for you, girl.” He kisses my forehead. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
Lo appears with their bags and hands them to Micah.
“Catch you on the flip side.” He winks and heads for the truck.
“Bye,” I say sadly.
“That guy’s a total dick,” Lo says.
“I know.”
“Why him?”
