Page 144 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“Maybe you have, but there’s only one way to find out.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“It’s time to come home.”
fifty-seven
Cat and Mouse
Drew
“Come in,” I call at the knock on the door.
My whole body still hurts, and I don’t feel like moving. I’m assuming it’s Sandy checking in.
When I turn around, though, I see Ronnie standing there.
Although she’s still gorgeous, right now, the woman looks like ten miles of bad road. No make up. Hair in a messy bun. Eyes red and puffy.
“Hi,” she says.
Part of me has missed her so fucking much that I want to wrap her in my arms and tell her I’m glad she’s here. But I’m also pissed at her. She broke up with me and then left without so much as a text. She refused to answer my calls for days, and from what Dylan says, she ran off to New York.
So, while that part of me may be happy to see her, a bigger part of me is pissed.
“What do you want, Ronnie?”
She moves forward another step. “Can we talk?”
“Now’s not a good time. I’m sore as shit, and Colton should be home soon.” The last part is a lie. Sandy is supposed to have him all week to give me time to recuperate.
“Please,” she says. “I promise it won’t take very long.”
When I don’t immediately respond, she gives another, “Please.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever heard Ronnie beg for anything outside of sex before, so I decide to at least hear her out–although I’m not sure I’m going to like what she has to say. She made her feelings abundantly clear the other day.
“Fine. But you have to come over here because I’m not getting off the couch.”
She walks over and stands in front of me. She picks at her nails as she thinks.
“Time’s ticking, Ronnie. What do you want?”
“I came over here to say I’m sorry. And maybe I could do dirty things to you until we forget about it?”
“Ronnie, you can’t fix everything with sex. The world doesn’t work that way.”
“Okay, you’re right. I’m just here to say I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Sorry for breaking up with me? Or sorry for running away when I tried to talk to you about it?”
“All of the above?” She says with a small smile that quickly fades.
I’m not laughing.
When she sees that, she starts talking again. “The other day, I saw you in that hospital bed, and I freaked out. I just thought about Aaron, and I didn’t want to lose you, too.”
“You didn’t want to lose me, so you broke up with me? In what world does that make sense?”
