Page 79 of Love Unavoidable
A moment later I see Kat’s strappy stilettos stop just below my face. The denim of her jeans rubs against my forehead.
“Please tell me it’s not as bad as I think it is,” I tell her.
“It’s not as bad as you think it is,” she says.
“Really?”
“No. Everyone here is taking pictures and video. I don’t think it can get any worse.”
Ethan kneels back down next to me. “Sadie, I’m going to see if I can get the window frame loose, okay. You might feel some pinches, but it will all be over soon.”
I nod. And then hear.
“Sadie? Sadie? That you, sweetheart? What’s going on?” I hear Aaron’s voice, but I can’t see him.
“Please tell me that isn’t Aaron,” I groan.
“What’s that, Grace?” Ethan asks. “What did you say?”
“Don’t let him see me,” I hiss.
“Who? Aaron?” he whispers.
“Yes. I’m trying to get away from him, quietly and quickly.” I try to keep my voice low and soft.
“Little late for that, gorgeous.”
“Nooooo.”
Aaron kneels beside Ethan, crowding Kat out of the way, and cranes his head down and to the side to try and meet my eyes. “My god, Sadie, what happened to you?”
“I’m stuck, Aaron,” I say, trying to make my voice as unfriendly as possible. “What does it look like?”
“Looks like you’re stuck. But why?”
I close my eyes and shake my head. Battling to keep my calm. If I had both hands free, I would use them to strangle Aaron at this point. Why is he asking me such stupid questions?
“It doesn’t matter why, what are you doing here?” I ask.
“I’m still in town, hoping to see you. The girl that runs Lexie’s tasting room recommended this place.”
“You were at Lexie’s tasting room?”
“Yeah,” he says.
“Aaron, you need to go home,” I tell him. There is nothing like getting stuck in a bar restroom window to help a girl get her priorities straight where her ex is concerned.
“I don’t know, I kinda like it here,” Aaron says. “I’m thinking about staying.”
“No!” I scream. “Ethan, get me out of this fucking window!”
“We’re working on it, gorgeous. Chill out a minute,” he says to me. Then I hear him say, “Hey, Aaron, I know you’re worried about her, but can I get you to step back like five feet? Thanks, man.” I feel instant relief. Until my stomach starts to cramp where it lies on the windowsill.
I’m about to ask Ethan if it’s normal to be cramping when I hear more picture clicking.
“Kat, you still taking pictures?” I ask. “It’s really frustrating not knowing what’s going on.”
“No, it’s this hunky firefighter next to me,” she says.
