“Why not?”
“I can’t give her what she wants.”
“What does she want?”
“Me. I think she’s falling for me.” She’s never said the words. I see it in the way she looks at me. I should’ve pulled away at the first sign.
He gives me a confused look. “What’s the problem?”
I push away from the desk and stand. “I think she loves me. That’s the problem.”
Evan gets to his feet, confusion etched deep on his face. “You should be happy that a woman like Daisy loves you. How do you know how she feels?”
I shrug. “Just a feeling I’m getting.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?”
Linking my fingers together, I place my hands behind my head and stare at my feet. “No, it’s not.”
“Youdon’tlove her?” The incredulous tone in Evan’s face makes me look at him.
I work my throat to get the word ‘no’ out. It doesn’t come out. Instead, I say, “She’s better off without me.”
“Doesshethink that?”
Dropping my arms to my sides, I exhale a hard breath. “I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you ask her?”
“I don’t need to. She doesn’t fit in here.”
“Isn’t that for her to decide?”
I throw up my hands. “Didn’t you hear what I said? I think she loves me. Or she thinks she does.”
“And you didn’t answer me. Youdon’tlove her?”
I scrub my hands over my face. Again, I’m having trouble saying the word ‘no’. “I’ve never loved a woman in my life. How do I know what it’s supposed to feel like?”
Evan leans a hip on the desk. “The woman you’re in love with should be on your mind constantly. You want to spend every second with her. Hold her, kiss her every chance you get. Be so wrapped up in her happiness, you’d do anything to keep a smile on her face. And when you haven’t seen each other for a few hours or days, your body is about bursting to get to her.”
Shit! Everything Evan has said is exactly how I feel about Daisy. Not ready to admit anything, I say, “How do you know this stuff?”
He grins and dips his head.
“Holy shit! You’re in love with Sally?” With the dopey expression on his face, I already know the answer. “When did this happen?”
“The first night we kissed, my heart just about broke out of my chest. I knew something special was happening. When I kissed Daisy, there was no spark. With Sally, there were fireworks.”
Every muscle in my body coils, ready to ram into him. “When the fuck did youkissDaisy?”
He holds out his hand. “Relax. Geez. It was when we were kind of dating. It was more of an experiment to see if there was anything between us. And as you know, there wasn’t.”
My body loosens a little. I still want to punch him in the face for touching my girl.
My girl.
That’s what she is to me.
