Page 149 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
Job done.
Afterward, she disappeared into the en suite bathroom, and I heard the shower running while I got dressed in last night’s clothes. It pissed me off. As if she needed to wash away every trace of me.
You used me, and now you want nothing to do with me.
When she returned to the bedroom, I was putting on my shoes, and she was wearing a towel.
“Thank you,” she said, coming to stand in front of me as I got to my feet. “For everything.”
“Yeah, sure.” What else could I say?
She didn’t ask me to stay. She didn’t ask me to call her. We made no promises or plans to see each other again.
If she’d asked, if she told me she wanted to be with me again, I would have moved heaven and earth to find a way to make it work. Because yeah, I was still a chump. But she didn’t ask.
Which was probably for the best. It never would have worked out anyway.
I kissed her goodbye, and I left her. It was time to move on.
Evie was my past, not my future, and we were over.
But it felt like a song left unfinished. As if someone had stopped the music just before the final note played out.
CHAPTERFIFTY-FIVE
Evie
When Ridge walkedout the door, I wanted to chase after him and beg him to stay.
Just give me one more hour, one more day, one more lifetime.
But I didn’t chase him, and I didn’t beg. I remembered his words from the other night. How he said he just wanted to get over me and move on. So I took what I needed, and I set him free.
It hurt just as much as it did the first time.
Like a freak, I had my face buried in his pillow when there was a soft knock on the door. I lifted my head as Quinn walked into the room and climbed onto the bed next to me. She was wearing a silky ivory camisole and matching sleep shorts. I was wearing a tank top and underwear. I had a flight to catch in three hours, and I hadn’t even packed yet.
I rolled onto my side and propped my head on my hand. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be… I don’t know… having hot sex with yourhusband. Or packing for your honeymoon….”
“Done and done.” She pretended to check off items on a list.
I forced a laugh.
She smiled. “So… what happened?”
“We had sex, and he left. The end.” I winced when I remembered that this was Quinn’s house, her guest bedroom. God, it smelled like sex. “Sorry about that. I’ll wash the sheets before I leave.”
She waved her hand in the air. “I don’t care about the sheets. So why did he leave?”
I flopped onto my back and stared at the ceiling. “Because he has a flight to catch, and so do I. Because his life is somewhere else. Because… letting him go was the right thing to do.”
“Right for who?” she asked.
“For him.”
“How do you know that? Did you ask him if that’s what he wants?”
I rolled my head on the pillow to face her. “If it wasn’t what he wanted, he wouldn’t have left.”
