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I didn't look back, even as I strode out of the suite and then all the way to the parking garage, where the truck was waiting in its usual spot. I cried most of the way home, hating myself for every sniffle.
Life had been so much simpler when I hated him.
Regardless, I was officially done, at least with the personal stuff. And I meant it, too.
Jaden was my boss. But that'sallhe was. Now, I just needed to remember that.
Unfortunately, this became harder as the weekend rolled on, especially on Sunday night, when Cassidy dropped a new bombshell that only added to my confusion.
Chapter 56
As the weekend crawled to a close, I was utterly exhausted from trying to pretend that everything was okay.
Itwasn'tokay.
If I were lying to myself, I'd blame it on new drama with Cassidy's mom or the fact that I'd barely slept a wink.
But the truth was, without Jaden, the weekend had felt long and empty, in spite of the fact that he'd called me at least half a dozen times.
I hadn't answered, and he'd left no messages.
Maybe Ishould'veanswered, but I knew the folly ofthat. We'd either argue or end up naked in each other's arms. Knowing us, we'd do both.
I couldn't let that happen, not if I wanted crawl out of the hole that I'd dug for myself. This was, after all, my own fault.
All along, I'd known exactly what he was. Cripes, he'd even warned me up-front, telling me in his own words,"I don't do relationships".
But had I listened?
No.
Now, my stomach churned at the certainty that I couldn't avoid him forever. Tomorrow was Monday, which meant that I'd almost surely be seeing him in less than twelve hours.
With a pang, I remembered that it would've been my turn to leave something silly on his desk – assuming that Morgan wasn't already there, lying nearly naked in wait, like she'd been doing on Friday night.
Now, I couldn’t help but wonder if Jaden had seen her at all. He hadn't mentioned anything on Saturday, and neither had I – only because we'd spent our limited time arguing about other things.
I was so lost in my murky thoughts that I practically jumped out of my skin when Cassidy burst through the apartment door and said, "You won't believe what just happened."
She looked flushed and happy, like someone in love. This was no wonder, considering that she'd spent most of the weekend with Jax. Oh sure, there'd been some rocky moments with her mom, but it was easy to see that their time together had ended on a fairly high note.
Refusing to rain on her parade, I summoned up a smile. "Something happened? What was it?"
"You'll have to see it to believe it." And then, she practically dragged me outside, where a brand new vehicle was sitting in our driveway.
It was a little purple sports car – a gift to Cassidy from Jax. Apparently, he'd just bought it today.
I couldn’t help but stare. "But it's a Sunday night."
Cassidy blew out a long, unsteady breath. "Yeah, I know."
"So, what happened?" I asked. "Did a dealership open up just for you or something?"
"Pretty much."
I gave a low whistle. "Wow."
"Yeah. No kidding."
