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My phone starts ringing and my heart jumps into my throat as I fumble for it. I finally manage to grab it and my face falls as I stare at the screen.
“Who is it?” Mercedes asks and I turn it to show her Gavin’s name on the screen. She sighs. “Just get it over with, girl.”
Nodding, I answer it. “Hello?”
“Jules,” he breathes, relief coursing through his voice. “I’m so glad I finally got ahold of you. Where are you, baby?”
“Stop playing games, Gavin. I know you have a P.I. following me.”
He sighs. “Look, can we meet up? Maybe grab some dinner and talk?”
“No, I have plans.”
“What about tomorrow? Lunch, maybe?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Juliette, please,” he pleads and a sliver of guilt slips through my armor.
“I’m really sorry, Gavin. None of this is your fault and I realize that you got put in a shitty situation but the accident changed everything for me and I’m not the same person I was.”
“I understand that. I was just hoping that maybe we could start over again. You fell in love with me once, you know, it could happen again.”
My teeth sink into my lip as I shake my head. “No, it couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m already in love with someone else.”
He scoffs. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“It’s not possible. You just left. Two weeks ago, you were my fiancée.”
I shake my head and sigh. Maybe any other day I would be gentler and explain to him that what Sawyer and I have is just too big, too powerful to ignore but I don’t have the energy for it right now.
“Maybe I was before the accident but I don’t know you anymore.”
“You haven’t even given me a chance!” he bellows and I pull the phone away from my ear for a second before sucking in a breath. “If you did, we would fall in love all over again.”
I shake my head. “No, we wouldn’t. My future is here, in Baton Rouge. I’m sorry and I really wish you the best but this is over.”
He protests on the other end of the line but I pull my phone away from my ear and hang up. For the first time in weeks, my mind is completely clear and even without my memories, I know what I want.
“Oh, I know that look,” Mercedes says, her gaze flicking between me and the road. “What’s the plan, Jett?”
“Tonight, we’re going to eat ice cream, watch terrible movies and cry, and then tomorrow, I’m going to get my man back.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Sawyer
Sighing, I walk into the hotel and ignore the woman behind the front desk as she smiles at me, scanning the lobby for the bar Mercedes told me to meet her in. It’s tucked in the corner near the elevators and I shove my hands in my pockets as I walk over and slide onto a stool at the end of the bar.
“What can I get for you, man?” the bartender asks and I order a beer. He grabs a bottle from the fridge and pops the cap off before setting it in front of me. “You want to start a tab?”
I throw a ten dollar bill down and shake my head. “No. I’m not staying long.”
