Page 224 of My Rules

“Yes, unfortunately Daisy in a two-seater Porsche doesn’t work that well.”

“So I’m not getting new tires?”

“Not today.” He smirks as he gets into the driver’s seat and pulls out of the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we drive along.

“It’s a surprise.”

“How long does it take to get there?”

“About ninety minutes.”

I turn my attention to stare out the window. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise so I won’t have to have a sad memory in my house.

Another sad memory in my house.

Who am I kidding? My house is a fucking nightmare for memories.

Blake chats happily about everything and anything, while I stare into space and mentally prepare myself.

This is it, the beginning of the end.

“Rebecca,” Blake says forcefully.

I glance over at him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Have you been listening?” He frowns.

“Oh, I’m ...” I drag my hand down my face. “Not really.”

“Are you okay?” He reaches over and takes my hand in his and puts it on his thigh. “You’ve been quiet the whole trip.”

“Just got a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?”

I can’t hold it in any longer. The poison is starting to seep into my bloodstream. “Have you got anything to tell me, Blake?”

“Like what?” His eyes glance between me and the road.

“Please just be honest with me. I thought we were friends above anything else.”

He frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I know.”

“You know what?”

“Please don’t drag this out. A messy breakup is the last thing I want. Be an adult about this.”

“What are you talking about?” He screws up his face. “Why the hell would we be breaking up?”

“You are seeing other people on the side.”

“What?” he explodes as his eyes nearly bulge from his head. “What are you talking about?”

“Do not raise your voice at me,” I spit.

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