Page 378 of The First Time
My cheeks flush. "Then why are you—"
"I thought I was sparing Blake before. Maybe I was. If you were a gold digger, you'd have taken the money and run. Or demanded a lot more in your prenup."
"I told you—"
"I know. You aren't after his money. You want to be with him."
"Yes. Of course."
"I know my brother. I love him. He's my best friend. But he's another rich man. He thinks the world revolves around his desires."
"He won't—"
"Exactly. He won't. That's a full sentence. All those things you dreamed of as a little girl, the romantic walks on the beach, the candlelit dinners, the long, sweet kisses. He won't offer you that. He won't make time for it. And when you get sick of it—and you will, trust me—you'll leave him. And it will crush him. I don't want that."
"I won't leave. I love Blake."
The second the words are out of my mouth, I know they're true. I love Blake. I'm madly, crazy in love with him.
My stomach flip-flops.
I'm madly in love with him, and the best he'll ever be able to muster isI care about you.
My knees buckle.
Oh, God.
Talk about fucking things up.
I grab onto the counter to stay upright.
The bathroom door opens. Lizzy. Her face is the picture of concern. "Blake's mom collapsed."
Fiona goes white. "Is she okay?"
"They're calling an ambulance." Lizzy shakes. "We should— Kat? What do we do?"
Fiona rushes out of the bathroom.
I take a deep breath. "We follow the ambulance."
