“What do you mean nothing’s changed?” I drop her hands. “Everything’s changed.”
“No, it hasn’t. You still have your life, and I still have mine.”
“What the hell does that mean?” It feels like rocks are being piled in the pit of my stomach. “The last three days didn’t mean anything?”
“Of course, they did—”
“Or did you just want one last fuck with Alabama’s most eligible bachelor?” I snap. “Is that it?”
“Of course not!” She takes a step toward me.
My chest feels like it’s caving in. “I can’t believe you are pulling this shit again, Laney.”
“Kam.” Her voices wavers.
“Don’t.” I fight not to flip out. “I trusted you.”
“Kam . . .” she pleads, but I am so over this bullshit.
“Forget it.” I brush past her. Sam was right—women are nothing but a distraction. I walk out on her, leaving all my stuff behind.
I haul ass to Sam’s massive black pickup, climb in, and try to ignore the gaping hole in my heart Laney just ripped open.
“Where’s your girl? We waiting for her?” Sam asks.
“She’s not my girl,” I spit. “Just drive.”
Sam pauses, staring at me for a beat, before he throws the car into D and speeds away.
I watch the house get smaller and smaller in the sideview mirror, right along with the happiness I allowed myself to have for thirty-six, short hours.
