And her.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
MATT
I rub at my eyes,awareness sinking in as I slowly wake from my shitty sleep. The couch. Exhaustion. Last night.
Last night.
Shit.
I blink, sunlight stabbing straight into my skull.
Goddamn, I’m tired.
I hardly slept. I went for a walk after the situation with Jordan and ended up in the bar lobby, where I sat for over an hour staring at nothing. No drink. No phone. Just me, a bartender, a woman named Deb, and my thoughts.
I’ve never been this conflicted about my future. What to do next. What to say.
The Cole situation is out of my hands. I’ve already made my peace with that.
What I didn’t expect was to be standing in the same place I’ve always stood when it comes to Jordan, helpless, stuck, letting her decide how this ends. Again.
When I asked her to marry me, there wasn’t a single thought about what came after. All I cared about was Cole and getting custody of him.
Get married. Get custody. Get divorced. That was the plan.
So much time had passed since the last time we were together. I thought I’d gotten over her, at least enough to fake it.
I never thought I’d want her to stay.
Never thought I’d care if she left.
But I can’t deny what I feel when she’s with me. When she looks at me the way she does. When I flirt and she laughs, and then flirts back. When she’s close and that buzz in my veins gets so loud it makes me feel more alive than anything else… while also making me feel like I might die if it disappears.
I stretch and sit up. The couch is not what I had in mind when I booked the chalet suite.
My gaze drifts to the bedroom, my pulse spiking.
Is she awake?
Is she mad?
I turned her down. I didn’t want to, but I turned her down, nonetheless.
I push up from the sofa, still in my suit pants, and head for the bathroom.
Fuck.
My balls hurt.
I pass the bedroom on the way. Jordan’s not there. Just an empty bed.
A flicker of panic hits, until I grab my phone from the nightstand. She sent a text ten minutes ago with a pinned location.
Jordan
Hi. I’m at this cafe down the street.
