“I’m with Scarrow,” Willa returned, her voice still weighted with a cold and flat tone.
“While being in love with Berg,” Bo returned. “You’ve been in love with Berg for years.”
“I’m still with Scarrow. And Berg is withKara. So, what does it matter?”
Bo closed her eyes, thinking of Max. “It matters.”
Willa kicked Bo with her foot. “Don’t go. I need you here.”
“And I need space. Just for a while.” She sat on the bed next to Willa. “I can’t stay. Not here. Not with Max so close.”
“Your conversation with him didn’t go well then?”
“To say no would be putting it mildly. I really hurt him, Wills. And he really hurt me.”
“Did you tell him you love him?”
Bo went red. “No. I didn’t need to. He figured it out on his own, didn’t he? Not that it matters. It never mattered.”
“You just told me it matters,” Willa protested.
“It does. It matters to me. It doesn’t matter to him though.”
“I don’t know.” Willa appeared to think. “Last night, while I was talking to him — this was before I knew who he was, right? Anyway, I was chatting with him about nothing and the whole time he was just staring down the garden at you. When you started walking towards us, the way he looked at you . . . it was like you’d hung the fucking moon or something. I don’t know, Bo . . . my Spidey sense tells me there’s something there.”
“Your Spidey sense was three sheets to the wind last night.”
“Maybe so, but I still think . . .”
Bo sighed, cutting Willa off. “Leave it, okay? Max and I . . . we’re done.” She swallowed painfully. “Can you do something for me, though?”
Willa nodded.
“I’ve sent Ida a message letting her know I’ll be away for a while. Can you ask her to water my plants?”
“Your plants?” Willa frowned.
“Yes, my plants. Here. Just until I get back.”
“Max would be able to—”
Bo shook her head though, giving Willa a soft smile. “I can’t ask him to water my plants. Will you ask Ida for me? Please?”
Willa nodded, even as she frowned.
“You shouldn’t be running away. You should tell him.”
“And you shouldn’t be marrying Scarrow. You should tell Berg,” Bo retorted, and Willa sighed.
“We’re a bit hopeless, aren’t we?”
“More than hopeless.”
Willa hugged Bo. “If you need anything, let me know.”
“Thanks.” Bo gave a sad smile. “But all I need right now is space.”
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