“I mean, not literally. But I did dangle you in front of a window.”
She rolled her eyes as she got up.
“What?”
All of that introspection, and he still sounded like such adudewhen he spoke. “I’ll see you later.”
He didn’t ask her where she was going.
Granted, she didn’t go straight to Benson’s. The man was still at work, and she wanted to clear her head before making him talk to her. So she went home. Ate something light. Cleaned up her kitchen.
Thenshe grabbed her other jacket and headed to his place a few blocks away.
Her name was still on a list that allowed her to bypass the concierge’s desk. Someone behind the counter announced they would inform Mr. Smith that she was there to visit, but she made it to Benson’s floor without being stopped, so he must not have objected.
Despite wearing his work suit at six, he was disheveled. The first thing Eden did was smooth down some of his hair before he let her into his apartment.
“I was about to change,” he said, heading toward his room. “You’re welcome to watch.”
Was he flirting? Now?
“I wanted to check up on you,” she said, standing in his bedroom doorway as he undressed and got into his sweatpants and a T-shirt. Eden did not linger on his physique or the way he cut his clothes with it.One of the most gorgeous men in the city.That’s what she thought every time she saw him. The man who was still technically her boyfriend. “You weren’t responding to my texts.”
He slowly finished putting on his shirt before turning toward her. “There’s been a lot going on. Liam won’t leave me alone, and I’m just tired by the end of it.”
She wrapped her arm around him when he approached. “I was worried about you.”
Benson cupped a hand around her face. “You’re a very sweet woman, Eden.”
While she had his captivated attention, she said, “And you’ve been keeping a lot locked away inside of you. You know I won’t judge.”
Benson reclaimed his hand and headed down the hallway. Eden silently followed.
He offered her tea, but she had plenty earlier. Instead, he leaned against his island counter with his hot drink while Eden stood before him,
“Sounds like you’ve been talking to Liam.”
“You mean your ex-fiancé? Yes.”
Benson grunted, staring into his tea without drinking it. “What the hell did he tell you?”
“His side of things about why you broke up.”
“We told you last weekend why we broke up.”
“I still like hearing it again.”
“It was a long time ago. We fought. We didn’t agree on what our future should look like. So, I…”
His voice trailed off. “So, you broke up with him?”
He didn’t deny it.Good.The more their stories lined up, the better.
“Do you still care about him?”
Benson’s mouth twisted as he forced himself to drink his tea. “It’s not like that. I mean, I’m not… I’m not meant to be with another guy like that. I know that now.”
“Ben.” She took his cup out of his hands and put it on the counter behind him. “I don’t care that you’re bi. I’m not your ex-wife.”
