Page 222 of The Single Dads Club
“Hey, Marlene,” he said back, and then she turned on her heel and strode back to her office.
Mason watched her for a long moment, then turned to face me, his gaze searching mine.
“What was that?” he asked.
“I had a doctor’s appointment, that’s all.”
“And you didn’t tell me?” he asked. It didn’t take a genius to hear the hurt in his voice, like I’d betrayed him with some sort of sordid doctor switching affair, but I ignored it, squaring my shoulders as I took a deep breath.
“Look, I don’t want to talk about this.”
“There’s not much of anything you do want to talk about,” he shot back.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means if something is wrong, I have the right to know. When two people care about each other and are trying to form a relationship, they share things.”
I shook my head. “All I do is disappoint you, Mason. There isn’t a baby tying us together anymore. Maybe it’s better if we just take a break.” I hoped he couldn’t hear the pain in my voice. All I wanted to do was run. Because I could already feel my heart starting to crack. And when it shattered, I might not ever make my way back from the agony. Better to glue it back together myself, make a clean break and pray it stayed knit together.
“You don’t mean that. After the island and—”
“What are you going to do? Charter a trip every time we’re reminded of our real life circumstances? We’d never leave the place,” I said. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go.”
He tried to grab for my arm, but I pulled away and strode toward the revolving doors, not bothering to turn when he called after me. I’d made myself clear and—most important of all—I knew if I turned and saw his face, I would never be able to leave again.
But leaving was the right thing to do. Mason wanted children. I’d known it since the first moment I’d told him I might be pregnant, and even more so when we’d both been so let down when I wasn’t.
And if I couldn’t have them? Then what kind of monster would I be for leading him on and denying him the one thing he wanted most of all?
Biting back another swell of panic, I got in my car and drove to the one place I knew I’d be able to think through my options. The zoo was closed today as part of some conservationist holiday, but I knew that I’d be able to get in regardless.
When I got there, the parking lot was empty save for one bright orange Fiat. Mandy’s car.
Jangling my keys as I walked, I let myself in and headed to my friend’s office. It was empty.
Odd.
When she saw my car, there was no doubt she’d call, but for now I wanted to be alone anyway. Holding my breath, I made my way to the cheetah enclosure and stepped inside Cocoa and Nibs’s shelter. Except rather than a great lumbering dog and its friendly cheetah companion, I found Mandy with a cheetah on her lap as she stroked him.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
The cheetah didn’t bother looking up at me, but Mandy pursed her lips, never stopping her soft strokes on the animal’s head.
“Nibs died this morning,” she murmured, her throat clogged with unshed tears.
I blinked, the breath leaving me in a whoosh. “What? No, he was in perfect health.”
Mandy shook her head. “It was sudden. Looks like he had leukemia and we didn’t see it.”
My heart froze. “Poor Cocoa.”
Mandy nodded. “We’re going to try and bring in a new dog, but…”
She didn’t have to say the rest. We all knew what usually became of the cheetahs who lived without their dogs and the dogs who lived without their cheetahs. The depression could set in, making it harder for them to eat or function. And eventually? It was that depression that could kill them.
I’d never felt more connected to one of the animals in the zoo in all my life. I had barely dodged this bullet with Mason myself and now, seeing this animal in so much pain, it was a much needed reminder that love fucking hurt.
Who needed that in their life?
