Page 11 of Rebel Bride
Thank you kindly? “We’re just a couple of blocks?—”
She slammed the door. Through the window, I watched her lean on the hood of the car while she adjusted the strap of her shoe, dipping her body so the dark valley between her breasts was exposed. Then she smoothed the dress and without a glance in my direction, headed back the way we’d come. Was she planning to return to the church?
While I did not approve of her actions today, I could not in any shape or form condone that. No way in hell was she going back to him after what she’d done. Giving everyone whiplash because she couldn’t make up her mind.
I exited the car and caught up with her. “Where are you going?”
“None of your business.”
“Back to Carter?”
She stopped. Turned. Delivered a look of such pure hatred I felt my balls shrivel.
“You really think the worst of me, don’t you?”
Her lipstick had smudged, her mascara made her look like a miserable panda, and the bodice had slipped again, revealing another sliver of creamy skin.
“I don’t think anything.”
“Liar.”
Guess I wasn’t winning any acting awards.
She lifted her dress, though it was one of those that was short at the front and long at the back and didn’t touch the ground or need lifting. Instead of walking straight down the street, she hooked a left into the park.
I gave her a short head start, then followed until she took a seat on one of the benches facing the pond. It was peaceful here. A few people strolled the path on the other side while over here a couple of ducks playfully skirted the edge of the water near the rushes.
I approached. “Mind if I sit?”
“It’s a free country.”
I took a seat at the end of the bench. “If you can’t go to your apartment then where were you planning to go?”
“I-I don’t know. I just need to get out of here. Out of the city. I need time to think without all that.” She waved at some point behind her, then slid a look my way. “You’ve never made a bad decision in your life, have you?”
“Everyone’s made bad decisions. You don’t have a monopoly on that.”
“Okay, tell me one.”
“A bad decision?”
“Yes. Tell me something you’ve done that you regret.”
“I screwed up a pass to Cody Jacobs my first time out on the Rebels and the Motors scored a goal.” I’d rather recall that than the game-losing error I’d made in the last game of the Finals.
Her expression was withering. “A game mistake? That’s the worst you can think of?”
The worst thing I could think of was not for her ears.
“So what’s your worst decision? Backing out of marrying Carter?”
She scoffed. “Backing into marrying him. That’s what it felt like. Being backed into a corner. Trapped into this life I thought I wanted. My reward for working so hard.”
Even gold diggers felt like they worked their way to the top. Carter always treated her like a trophy, and she had put up with it. It was the price she was willing to pay to be married to a dick and now she was experiencing buyer’s remorse. Was I supposed to feel sorry for her?
“So you’re out of it. It sucks but you can move on.”
“Like that’s possible. I don’t even have my job!”
