Page 82 of Love Unavoidable
Chapter 22
ethan
Aaron stops me at the truck before we leave. I roll down my window to hear what he has to say. “She’s okay, right?”
“She’s fine.”
“Why was she in the window?”
“You’d have to ask her that,” I say, looking everywhere but at him.
“Do you think she was trying to avoid me?”
Of course, she was.
I shrug my shoulders. Then decide to talk to him, against my better judgement.
“Remember when I said to you that I’m not the right person to talk to about this?” I ask.
“I know, I know. I just, I don’t know what else to do. I’m desperate.” He looks off to the side as though trying to compose himself. I don’t know what I will do if he cries. I can barely handle when women cry. If a guy does it, I think I’ll lose it. And not in a good way.
“Listen, man,” I start. “I don’t know what to tell you. I mean, I think if she wanted to see you she would, right? If you think she’s avoiding you, then ask yourself if that’s normal. Has she ever avoided you before? When you guys were together?”
“No.”
“That’s your answer then, dude. I don’t know Sadie that well, but I know women. And they don’t respond well to desperate.”
“I’ll second that,” Spence says, leaning over the steering wheel to see out the passenger window where Aaron is standing. “Chicks hate desperate. Pussies go on lock-down when that shit happens.”
I chuckle. Aaron looks as though he’s about to throw up.
I can’t handle him right now. Why can’t he just man the fuck up?
“Should I go back to Texas?” he asks.
I shrug my shoulders even though I want to say yes.
“Are you saying that because you want her?”
Yes.
“Does it look like I have her?”
“No. Not really.”
“Well then . . .” I say without answering. I’m not going to purposefully lie to the guy or steer him wrong. But I’m also not in the mood to help him win her back either. Though, I doubt that’s possible after talking to her.
“Maybe I’ll just go back to my hotel for now,” Aaron says.
I nod.
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
Spence clears his throat. “Look, buddy, I don’t know you and I don’t know the situation,” he says to Aaron. “But I know that what I saw back there, much as I hate to say it, that was not a chick that wanted you.” Spence touches his earpiece as though he hears something. Even though I know that’s not the case. “Aw shit, they’re calling us back to the station. You take care now.” He starts the engine. I wave to Aaron as we pull out of the lot. I can see him in the rearview mirror standing there as though still undecided what to do.
Jesus.
“So, what’s the story, morning glory?” Spence asks.
