“But I need to talk to you about the house.”
“No.”
Her mouth falls open. “You’re turning me down?”
Like I could.“We’re not talking about the house until you remember the night you spent with me. Until then the house is off the market. But the clocks ticking and my million awaits”
“That is ridiculous, Ethan what does the house have to do with my memory? And so what if I don’t remember?”
“You heard me. Those are my terms. Unless you want to confess now, that’s what we’re doing.” She’s not going to say shit. Her stubbornness is one of the other things I like about her. She’ll be stubborn until it kills her and even then, she’ll hold on tight to whatever it is she’s holding to.
Hell would freeze over, and you’d have to pry it from her pretty little cold dead fingers for her to let go.
So, Bree does exactly what I expect her to do when she says, “I have nothing to confess.”
“All right then Mrs. Carson, I guess I’ll be seeing you on Wednesday. If not before.”
Her lips part into a delicate O and I walk away, leaving her to her thoughts and me to mine because we crossed the line and whatever is happening between us is only just getting started.
Chapter19
Ethan
Logan stares back at me over his cup of coffee when I finish filling him in on my events in Vegas.
We’re sitting in the back booth at the new-ish coffeehouse we’ve been going to for the last year. Today is the first I’ve seen him since I got back from Vegas.
I had to see my mother first who I told the truth to. Even though she was excited that me being married means getting the business she was worried about me. It’s understandable given she’s a veteran of a terrible marriage and a person who got married for all the wrong reasons—being pregnant with me.
I’ll also be seeing my grandfather at lunch time to discuss that. His is another conversation I’m not looking forward to because he’ll be happy for me, and I’ll have to lie to him.
“What the hell are you going to do?” he asks, setting the cup down.
Of course, I told him the truth too, but I didn’t need to. He guessed right.
I chuckle. Better to laugh than wallow in sorrow.
“Well, I have things in motion for the annulment, so it looks like that’s what I’m going to do.”
“But you don’t want to do that,” he surmises like the friend he is who can see straight through to my complicated mind.
“I never wanted to get married, Logan. Okay that’s a lie. When I was with Amelia I did. I thought I’d finish college and that’s what we’d do. It felt simple and like the next step. This does not because it’s me and Bree.”
“Bree who you liked well before Amelia,” he deduces again. Now he’s just showing off.
“Logan it’s complicated when it comes to Bree.”
“Why?”
“Are you kidding me? You actually sound like you want me to stay married. Sure, I’ve fulfilled my grandfather’s terms and conditions, but I was planning to fight him tooth and nail.”
“I know you were, which is why I haven’t mentioned that part. I’m focusing on why the reason is you have this situation with Bree.”
“And you’re reasoning is?”
“You suppressed your feelings for her for some God knows why reason. You never said and you’re still not saying.”
At first I didn’t know why I was doing it. She really did irritate me at first when we were kids, but that was part of the same reasoning.