Page 7 of Tell Me Something True

But she did.

Ten years was a long time to hold a grudge.

I remember everything. Everything we did. Everything you kept hidden from me. And I remember coming home that day and finding your note.

Yes, he certainly seemed to remember every last little thing.

You’d think he could’ve forgotten one or two of those pesky details.

She’d had her reasons for keeping things from him. Reasons that had nothing to do with him and everything to do with her past, the things she’d lived through, and her resulting trust issues.

Just as she’d had her reasons for leaving him.

It’d been noble, really. She’d saved him from himself and the idea that his love could somehow fix all the broken pieces of her.

You’d think he could be the tiniest bit grateful.

And lose the asshole attitude.

Like I said, I remember everything. Including how good of a fuck you were.

That had been the cheapest of his cheap shots.

There’d been a time when she’d believed her only skills were being pretty and giving blowjobs. Her only talent being a good lay.

But she knew better now.

She was smart. Smarter than she’d ever realized. And she was driven. Determined.

Driven to go after a brighter, better future despite her past.

Determined not to give up on herself, no matter how many times she’d done so previously.

She had brains and ambition and confidence.

Maybe she’d had them all along. But she hadn’t discovered them until after she’d walked away from Miles.

The pretty brunette bartender rounded the bar and set her tray down. “Another beer?” she asked Miles.

He shook his head. “I’m good.”

Then he smiled at the bartender, an easy, swoony grin that should have been Tabitha’s. The one he’d withheld from her, choosing instead to pelt her with glares and glowers and grumpiness.

Bastard.

The bartender moved down the bar to Tabitha. “Sorry about the wait.”

“It’s no problem. Miles and I were so busy catching up, I hadn’t even noticed.” Turning on her stool, she smiled at him. “Isn’t that right, Miles?”

He stiffened. Scowled at her.

She kept right on smiling.

He thought he could ignore her? That he could treat her like dirt, insult her and pretend she’d meant nothing to him, and she’d just sit there and take it?

Think again, handsome.

Think again.

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