Page 97 of Frozen Flames

He takes all thesemomentsthatwe should experience happily together and uses them at a time when we’re fighting about Gemma. He couldn’t have called mebabeany other time than during our fight last Wednesday?

He’s unbelievable sometimes.

Yet this tiny, foolish part of me can’t stop thinking about the fact that Harvey doesn’t love Gemma the way he should.

So even though I should be on cloud nine that we’ve reached milestones together during our conversations lately, I keep reminding myself that he’s not mine to experience them with.

He’s hers.

I also can’t wrap my head around the fact that Gemma cheated with her boss. I knew there were signs that she was, but until Harv confirmed it, I thought he was overthinking it.

I can’t even imagine how much it must hurt him to finally know the truth—no matter what we did and how bad it was.

On Monday morning, I stay in my car, hands on the steering wheel as I park near Harvey’s driveway. Henrik’s SUV and a truck with a trailer behind it are parked in front, and I can’t help but wonder who’s moving out.

Could it be Gemma?

I should be thrilled, yet I feel guilty, as if they might’ve been able to overcome their issues if I wasn’t in the picture.

I take a few deep breaths, texting my mom back. She wished me a good day—how perceptive of her. Then I grab my stuff and head inside. A few guys I’ve never met are bringing things into the house as I go in.

When Henrik sees me in the kitchen, he just nods before telling me that Harvey’s in his room. “I doubt he’ll train today,” he tells me, and I’m not sure what to say.

“Thanks for letting me know.”

“Yeah.” He looks away, drumming his fingers on the kitchen countertop. “Obviously, Gemma’s moving out. I’ll be moving in a few of my things temporarily.”

Oh God.

“Okay.” I clear my throat. “I’ll go see how he’s doing.”

I leave my stuff behind, greeting some of the guys as I pass by them. They’re moving things into the kitchen and Gemma’s old room—now Henrik’s.

When I reach Harvey’s room, I knock and step inside, closing the door behind me. The sullen look on his face is as good of an indication as any that he hasn’t slept well in quite some time.

“Hey,” I tell him, keeping my distance. I’m not sure what kind of mood I’ll find him in.

“Hey,” he replies calmly. “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m much better. Are you okay to train today?” I ask, knowing he probably won’t want to with all the commotion happening outside his room.

“Let’s wait till Hen’s friends leave. Shouldn’t be long.”

“You don’t want to hang out with them?” I’m confused as to why he’d stay cooped up in his room.

“Nah, it’s fine.”

“You don’t like them?” I ask, eager to make conversation.

“They’re fine. It’s not that. Hen and I got into a fight.”

“I see.” I swallow. “About Gemma, I’m assuming?”

“Well, yeah, but not really abouther, more about the fact that he knew she cheated and didn’t tell me.”

I’m absolutely surprised by this, so I say nothing until alow “Wow”passes through my lips.

“Yeah.” He looks up. “I guess it pissed me off.”

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