She doesn't look at me."Tank."
Her voice is flat.Cold.Like I'm a stranger she's being forced to acknowledge.
"Can we talk?"I ask.
"I'm here with Ciara."
"I know.Just five minutes.Please."
The please costs me, but I say it anyway.
She finally looks at me, and Christ, those eyes.Cold and guarded, but underneath I can see something else.Hurt, maybe.Anger.
Both, probably.
"There's nothing to talk about," she says.
"Yes, there is."
"No."Her voice is firm."There really isn't."
Ciara appears at her elbow, looking between us with obvious interest.She's trying to figure out what's happening here."Everything alright?"
"Grand," Enya says quickly.Too quickly.
Ciara doesn't look convinced, but Rush is calling her over to him, giving me the chance to speak with Enya.She squeezes Enya's arm."I'll be right back, yeah?"
Then she's gone, and it's just me and Enya standing in the middle of the clubhouse with the noise swirling around us.
"You didn't tell her," I say.Not a question.
"Tell her what?"
"About us."
"There is no us."She finally meets my eyes fully, and the directness of it nearly knocks me back."There was one night.One mistake.That's it."
Mistake.
The word hits like a fist to the gut.
"It wasn't a mistake," I say, and my voice comes out rougher than I intended.
"Really?Because calling me someone else's name felt pretty fucking mistaken to me."
Fair.More than fair.I deserve that and worse.
"I know," I say."And I'm sorry.I'm so fucking sorry, Enya.That's what I've been wanting to tell you for three days."
"You said sorry.I heard you.Now can we be done?"
"No."
Her eyebrows go up."No?"
"Not until you let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain.You were thinking about someone else.End of story."
