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“Talk to me,” he pleads.
“I...” I shrug. “It shouldn’t be this hard.”
“What. Us?”
“Yeah. Us.”
“Bullshit.”
My eyes narrow. “What?”
“What about this shouldn’t be hard?”
“I don’t know, Blue. Usually, when you love someone, it feels easier than this.”
“Yeah, for you, maybe. I don’t date.” He jabs his thumb into his chest. “I. Never. Dated. Until you. When have I ever hinted that any of this is easy for me? I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I didn’t come from a perfect family?—”
“Perfect?” I huff and bend to grab my duffel. “Denzel missing is perfect?”
“I didn’t mean it like that. Wait.”
Arnaz
“Give me five minutes and I’m gone.” He doubles back across the room and grabs his phone off the nightstand.
Iwantto be better at this. “Salem.”
He ignores me, typing into his phone.
My back hunches like the ceiling’s collapsing and the floor’s drawing up.
“Salem,” I say a little louder.
“My car is on the way. I need to clean up and then leave.”
“At least let me take you to the airport,” I offer.
“I’m good.”
“Can we talk later?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Salem—”
He’s already gone.
I stalk across and snatch up my phone, hell-bent on chasing after him, when a call comes through from the Royals’ GM.
For fuck’s sake.
“Yeah,” I answer, reaching for my jeans.
CHAPTER 43
ARNAZ
“When It’s Time”
