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EPILOGUE TWO
IT HAPPENED AGAIN
Maisy Calhoun
In the elevator,alone, I sagged against the wall, finally able to relax my tense shoulders. Throughout the reception, I kept hyper vigilant to Brooks’ whereabouts at all times. Often, our eyes met across the room and it exhausted me pretending not to be affected by his silent attention.
I sure did a great job of keeping away from him, or maybe he did a splendid job of keeping away from me. Either way, it was for the best. Besides, he brought a woman with him as his plus one. Archer’s date’s sister, and she meant nothing to him, according to what Rex told Chelsea.
I acted like I cared less and danced the night away with anyone not named Brooks Bellamy. When I needed a break, I kept myself useful to Miriam, doing her bidding, whatever she needed me to do to ensure the reception wentoff without a hitch for my sister, no matter how inconsequential the task.
Brooks texted me at one point, though, and while the elevator climbed higher to my floor, I thumbed through the messages once again, reading every word.
Brooks: You’re fucking gorgeous tonight.
Brooks: It hurts like hell to look at you.
Me: Then don’t.
Brooks: Hard to avoid when you’re the only woman in the room I see.
Brooks: Meet me in the bar for a drink. Let’s talk.
Me: About what?
Brooks: The fact that I miss you.
Me: Didn’t look like it when you danced all the slow songs with what’s her face.
Brooks: So you were watching me?
Brooks: Jealous?
Me: Hardly.
Brooks: You’re lying. She’s not the woman I want and you know it.
Me: Why do you think I danced with every man not you?
Brooks: To make me jealous, and it worked.
Brooks: Still there? Meet me.
Me: I’m busy.
Brooks: No. You’re avoiding me.
Me: I can’t go through this again.
Brooks: You miss me. Admit it.
Me: After New Year’s, I head back to the ship.
Brooks: I’m painfully aware of your schedule.
Me: Keeping tabs on me?