all help you. We won’t let you go anywhere and
especially you won’t be alone.”
I nod, overwhelmed.
“But I do think you should seriously consider
the idea of calling your family. You need them.”
“It’s just … I’m not brave enough.”
“You can do it,” he says, squeezing my hand.
“And now, let us get you a cup of tea and pamper
you a bit, okay? It seems like you need it.”
“What about the pub?” I ask, alarmed.
“Patrick is downstairs,” he says, breaking our
eye contact for a moment. “And the guys. Rain
will be here soon and as soon as she is, she’ll come
up and take our place. We don’t want you to be
alone.”
I nod again, unable to find my pride and try to
refuse their help and make a show of some kind, a
pretence that I can make it on my own. Because
the truth is, I can’t. I do need help. I’m just an
immature young woman with no experience who
let herself get knocked up by an idiot and who was
about to fall in love with a bastard who specializes
in confusing your ideas and fogging up your mind,
but won’t ever be able to give anything to anyone.
The only person Patrick loves is Patrick.
Patrick
The guys have been up there for forty minutes and
seventeen seconds. They’re still pissed with me
about what happened in London and ruining the
offer that was proposed to us.
