Page 42 of Say You Won't Let Go
I get to my feet and look at the ceiling. “How the hell is this happening? How could Wade, of all people, do this to me?”
“You don’t know anything at this point,” Grace reminds me.
I have no phone so there’s no way of getting a hold of Wade now.
Trent starts to laugh quietly. Is he for real? He’s laughing at this. I swear to God, he and I may be cool, but his arrogance sometimes pisses me off.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
The oldest Hennington brother gets to his feet and chuckles. “Karma, man.”
“Trent!” Grace admonishes him.
“No.” His eyes cut to mine. “It sucks when your friend moves in on the girl you love, right? You feel ten times more betrayed. You feel like every part of you is suddenly disconnected. Losing her is bad enough, but losing her to someone you trust…it’s brutal, huh?”
“That was different,” I defend. Grace left him before she and I had any kind of relationship.
He rolls his eyes as he gets to his feet. “You may not want to hear this, but it wasn’t different for me. Whatever way you spun goin’ after Grace in your head, it wasn’t justifiable to me.”
Grace stands, placing her hand on Trent’s forearm. “That was years ago, and we’ve all long since buried the hatchet.”
Seems someone is ready to chop wood again.
He releases a heavy sigh. “I’m not mad, I’m just clueing him in a little.”
“Thanks for that.” My sarcasm is thick.
“You’re welcome.”
Grace lets out a groan as her head falls back. “Men!”
Trent grips my shoulder and clamps down. “Listen, I’m not tryin’ to drudge up old shit. I got the girl, I’m not pissed.”
Once again, the urge to clock him is real. “Are you always this fucking helpful?”
“Pretty much. My question is this… Do you love her?”
With everything inside me.
“Yes.”
“Would you do anything for her?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Trent nods. “Including the fight of your life? Are you willin’ to go to war to get your girl? Will you put all your stupid bullshit aside for her? Because that’s what all this talk has been, Coop. Bullshit. You’re talkin’ about Wade this and that, but when I lost Grace, I went insane. I saw her slippin’ away, and I manned the fuck up.” He wraps his arm around Grace’s waist, pulling her against his side. “I told you that night that you had no idea how I felt, and now you do. The question is... What are you goin’ to do about it?”
Chapter Fifteen
Emily
“You have to get up,” Wade says while banging on my door. “It’s been two days since you’ve gotten out of bed.”
I don’t care. I’ll stay here until I feel like living again. Besides, when we’re driving and waiting for the next show, what does it matter anyway?
My phone lies on my bed with no missed calls. No returned text messages. Nothing from Cooper.
I did exactly what I was supposed to do, and now, I’d like to stay in my little hole. Now I understand why Presley and Grace were so damn miserable. Broken hearts hurt more than broken bones.
