Obviously, I knew who it wasfrom.
I set the envelope down on a table, and I went about getting ready for my day. Once I was showered and dressed, my makeup on, my room tidied up and my day organized, I picked up the envelope and looked at itagain.
I stared at it for a long time, mildly shaking with adrenaline and dread, hope andfear.
Then I sat down on the bed and I openedit.
I took a breath, and I read every word,slowly.
MaggieMay.
That night we spent in Vegas rocked myworld.
What happened the next morning… blew it wideopen.
What happened in the weeks that followed almost killedme.
Pretty sure it almost killed youtoo.
You wanna look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me? Goahead.
I’mwaiting.
But sweetheart, I’m guessing that isn’t happening anytimesoon.
I know I’ve fuckedup.
You’re probably thinking if I could take it all back, Iwould.
You’d bewrong.
Maybe you’re waiting for me to apologize, but babe, I’m never gonna dothat.
I’m never gonna apologize for lovingyou.
Zane.
Chapter Eight
Zane
After I senther that note, Maggie avoided me like I was the motherfucking plagueincarnate.
Like if she got anywhere near me she’d be struckdead.
I actually saw her turn and hightail it the fuck out of the room or the hallway or wherever we ran into each other, several times. And it was pissing meoff.
Worse, I missedher.
Almost made me regret sending her the damnnote.
But fuckit.
I meant every word I said. She didn’t believe me, or it scared the shit out of her or whatever, that was her deal. At least I was honest. At least I was willing to talk to her. Even if talking meantfighting.
Fighting was better thannothing.
The cold-shoulder bullshit had gone on all fucking day when I finallysnapped.
