Page 171 of Brutal Vows
He rises from his chair and stiffly walks out of the room.
THIRTY-NINE
SPIDER
I stand outside with my face upturned to the sky and my eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin and the freezing coldness inside my heart.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I should have known.
Footsteps approach. I don’t turn or open my eyes.
I want to remember this moment. I want to brand every thought and feeling into my memory, so if I ever think things might have changed for me, if I ever make the mistake of having hope again, I’ll look back and feel myself burning to the ground and turn away from that hope because it’s a lie.
It’s always been a lie.
There’s no hope for me.
There’s only misery.
Declan says gently, “What are you doing, lad?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Feeling sorry for yourself.”
“With all due respect, boss, piss off.”
He chuckles and claps a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with your wife.”
“Fallen, past tense. It already happened. And she’s not my wife.”
“Everything’s so black and white with you. Try looking at the shades of gray once in a while. It’ll do you a bit of good.”
I open my eyes to glare at him. Standing next to me in the garden, he’s smiling. Looking at me like I didn’t just get kicked off the bliss train I’d been riding since the wedding.
“That’s your advice for me right now? Look at shades of gray?”
“Aye. Also maybe stick around for the end of a conversation before you go storming out in a dramatic teenage huff.”
“I didn’t storm! And I’m not dramatic!”
He takes a moment to let the hair settle back around his face before saying, “Oh no. Not you. You’re as calm as a bloody Buddha.”
Muttering, I look away and cross my arms over my chest.
“So what’s your plan, lover boy? Stand out here in the garden glaring at the poor flowers until it gets dark?”
“I don’t have a plan.”
“Then maybe you could come back inside. The girls are having champagne.”
I snap my head around and stare at him. “Champagne?”
He smiles. “Sloane thought a toast was in order. Considering your wife is the first female head of the Cosa Nostra.”
My heart starting to beat faster, I say, “She’s not my wife.”
