Page 155 of Promise Me Nothing
Lucas lets out a sigh. “Look, as much as you don’t want to accept defeat, Hannah’s gone. You should just find someone else.”
My mouth drops open and if I wasn’t so depressed, or if I didn’t care about going to prison, I’d pick up this butter knife and show him what’s what.
She hasn’t even been gone for one day. It’s been like, twelve hours. Maybe less. And I’m already wondering what else I can do to prove to her that I meant what I said.
And I did mean it.
I shouldn’t have to convince her. My words aren’t going to do anything other than confuse her.
It’s actions that she deserves.
Actual steps that show her that everything I’ve said, everything that I’ve felt… that it’s real.
“This isn’t about ‘accepting defeat,’” I say. “Hannah isn’t some game I’m trying to win.”
He just raises an eyebrow and stays silent.
“Do you seriously not believe me when I tell you how I feel about her? Because I’m not kidding. I don’t need you to tell me to move on. I need you to help me come up with a plan.”
“A plan? What kind of plan?”
I lean back in my chair. “Maybe I can move to Phoenix instead of London. Think Otto will go for a different location for Elite X’s new branch?”
Lucas laughs. “Hardly.”
“Hey, it could happen,” I retort, though I know it’s not even a long shot. An international branch doesn’t work if I live in the fucking desert. Ornotinternationally.
The waitress finally shows up, a redhead I’ve never seen before, and my heart clenches when I realize she might be Hannah’s replacement.
Lucas puts in an order for a sandwich and fries, and I order a scotch.
“You don’t want to have a liquid lunch, Wyatt. Trust me.”
I ignore him, sending the waitress off with a tight smile and orders to bring back a heavy pour of Glenlivet.
I lean to the side in my chair, putting all my weight on one elbow and rubbing my face with my hand.
“Be honest with me,” I say, watching him closely. “You saw her before she left.”
He nods.
“You think I stand a chance? That there’s any way I can get her back?”
“Let me answer your question with a question,” he replies, and I purse my lips in irritation. He chuckles briefly, but his face sobers and he looks at me, earnest curiosity in his eyes. “Is there anything I could say that would convince you that you’re wasting your time?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
Lucas lifts a single shoulder, a pleased expression overtaking his face. “Then it doesn’t really matter what I think, huh?”
I sigh, reaching into my pocket to pull out my phone when I feel a buzz.
My eyes widen when I see Hannah’s name on the screen, and I answer it as quickly as possible.
“Hello?”
I stand quickly and step away from the table, leaving Lucas without explanation, not wanting to have a conversation with her in front of him.
I don’t want him to see me beg.
