Page 24 of The Billionaire's Bride
I scowl at her. "If I did, don’t you think I’d have decided by now?"
"Come on," she drums her fingers on her table, "isn’t there anything about one of them that outweighs the other?"
Let me see. Edward was my first love… He has that unshakeable strength inside of him that had attracted me from the beginning. Then, he’d left his faith behind for me, after which... he'd left me... But he'd returned back to me. He’d changed his life, for me.
Then there’s Baron. Unshakeable Baron. Who’d broken his promise to his friend because he’d seen me and hadn’t been able to stay away, although he certainly did try. The lust with him is combustible; it’s like striking a match to gasoline. The attraction with him is palpable. When we are in the same room, it’s like my gaze is drawn to him.
Well, to both of them, to be honest. They complete different parts of me. Edward is my first love. And Baron… He’d swept me off my feet.
My head spins. Shit, what a mess.
I lower my chin, hunch my shoulders. "No," I mutter, "I can’t find anything that tips the balance in favor of either of them. They are equally matched," I raise my gaze to hers, "and not only in that way."
"I didn’t say anything," Isla protests.
"You didn’t need to." I grab my drink, chugging down more of it. The alcohol hits my stomach and a pleasant warmth infuses my skin. I glance up to find her watching me carefully.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Say it, Iz."
"Hmm." She circles the rim of the glass with her finger. "You’re going to think I’m crazy for even suggesting it…"
"Oh please," I snort, "as if I’ll ever be surprised with what comes out of your mouth?"
She chuckles, "True that, but I don’t think I’ve ever said anything this outrageous before."
"Which is?"
"That I agree with Summer."
"You do?" I blink.
She nods, "Why don't you enjoy both of them—?"
"But—"
"—for now," she adds. "Don’t force a decision, babe. Just be with what you have, savor them, let your subconscious decide who you want."
"And if I can’t decide?"
"You will." She firms her lips.
"But when?"
"You’ll know when you know."
I blow out a breath, grab my glass and drain it. When, though? When will I know who is right for me? When will I find out who is my soulmate? And why did I have to fall for both of them?
"Speaking of..." She clears her throat, and I glance at her.
"Now what?" I mutter.
She jerks her chin toward the doorway of the bar.
I turn around and the breath whooshes out of me. "What are you doing here?"
