Page 77 of Sunny Skies Ahead
But someonedidstart something, and that someone was me.
And I had never felt more like a piece of shit in my life than when I turned around to see Imogen standing there, face sunken and void of feeling, looking at me with that haunted expression, like I was a monster.
Like I was the villain in her story.
Jacob deserved to get punched in the face. I refused to sit here and say that he somehow deserved redemption, or the chance to explain himself. He didn’t.
But that choice on how he deserved to be punished for his past actions wasn’t up to me, and I shouldn’t have taken it upon myself to do that.
But damn if I still wanted to.
I’d let Jacob go as soon as Connor told me Imogen was watching. Jacob had just stood there and laughed, calling me every name in the book, saying I was weak.
I couldn’t care less what he thought of me. I knew what kind of man I was.
My only concern was Imogen.
Imogen hadn’t answered my texts or my calls from last night, though I couldn’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to talk to me either.
I was the world’s biggest idiot.
When Connor finally came back after spending the night at Abbie’s apartment, I immediately asked him how Imogen was feeling.
Connor just gave me a look, as if to say,you’re a fucking idiot.
“I know I’m an idiot,” I said, throwing my hands up in defense. “But I need you to tell me how she is. She didn’t answer my calls, and I’m losing my freaking mind here.”
Connor slung his keys on the bar top with a sigh.
“She feels like shit, Kam. I don’t know what you want me to say.”
Whatever hope I had that things were salvageable was quickly dissipating the longer I looked at Connor. He slumped his shoulders forward in defeat.
“Did she say anything to you?”
Connor shook his head.
“Not really. I left pretty quickly after breakfast. I wanted to give her and Abbie some space to talk things out. She’s still planning to go to Seattle.”
I let out a long sigh of relief. In the aftermath of what happened at the bar, I had completely forgotten about Seattle. Not having Imogen there would be devastating. I needed her administrative help, yes, but I needed her there for moral support.
I couldn’t imagine giving that massive presentation that I was so nervous about, that meant so much to Winding Road and was so important for our stability in the future, without her there. She had been such an integral part of this process.
And selfishly, I needed her there for me, because she was the one damn thing in this world that could calm me down with nothing more than a brush of her fingers against mine.
Not that I had a right to ask her after the events of last night.
“That’s good,” I said, trying to remain optimistic. If she was still up for Seattle, there was a chance we could talk things out. There was a chance I could apologize.
Connor just shook his head.
“She doesn’t want to talk about last night.”
“She doesn’t want to talk about last night,” I repeated, trying to process the words. She couldn’t just go back to normal after last night.
Connor shook his head again, frustration making his body stiff.
“You’re a freaking idiot, Kameron. You’re anidiot, going after Jacob like that. What the hell were you thinking?”
