Page 39 of A Moment for Us
“Why?”
He moves closer to me. “Do you miss me?”
“No.” I lie.
He smirks. “Not even a little.”
“Nope.”
“Not the slightest amount?”
“I am going to punch you in the throat if you keep this up.”
Josh’s eyes flicker in the moonlight. “If you didn’t miss me, then you wouldn’t be here, but more than that, when we started this, I told you that I have wanted you for a long time. I wasn’t lying. You’re asking me to treat you like you don’t matter, and I can’t.”
Before I can come up with a response, there’s a loud thump that comes from inside the RV.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” Josh says quickly.
“Is this a bad time?” I ask because he’s awful shifty.
Then he looks again, and it dawns on me. He has someone here and doesn’t want me to see. Why else would he be acting so weird, keeping me outside, and checking to be sure the woman he’s hiding away in his RV doesn’t hear. That bastard.
I am a complete and total fool.
My jaw is slack as the realization of just how dumb I am punches me in the face. I take a step back. “You have someone here?”
“What?” Josh blinks a few times. “No. Who would I have here?”
“Did you get a cat?”
“Is this a trick question?”
It doesn’t matter anyway. I can’t get mad because he’s not my fucking anything. He doesn’t owe me fidelity and whatever is happening here is just too much for me. I wanted Josh, but I don’t want to force him into it.
“I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry that I interrupted your night with whoever you’re with.”
“There’s no one inside,” Josh says.
I huff, and it’s almost a laugh. “Please, Josh, don’t lie.”
“There’s no one in there.”
“Right,” I sneer.
“There is no one else I want.”
“You don’t want me either,” I say with a mix of defeat and acceptance.
“Go ahead and see, Delia. Open the fucking door and see.”
In the back of my mind, there’s a voice telling me that I’m crazy. I mean, I am outright losing my damn mind. I drove out here—to break up with the man I’m not even dating—all while he has some woman in his RV.
If this were a story Jessica was telling me, I’d call her a maniac.
But here I am, going up the steps.
