Page 140 of Unspoken Words
“What?”
“But she just left my house … ” I did a quick calculation but fucked if I knew when she’d left. “FUCK!” I kicked the brick wall and regretted it instantly.
Chris disappeared inside and returned moments later, two beers in his hand. “Sit,” he ordered and pointed toward the outdoor couch on their porch.
“Thanks.” I took the beer and did as I was told, moving a cushion and surrendering on my arse. “I’ve lost her. Again.”
“Don’t count your eggs before they’ve hatched.”
“What?” I was fairly sure he’d just fucked that up.
“I said don’t count your eggs before they’ve hatched. In other words, sit tight and let Elliephant do what she needs to do.”
“And what’s that exactly?”
“Rid her life of Morons.”
I shook my head. “What?” Maybe I’d drunk more than I thought.
“If she loves you like I think she does, she’ll be back here quicker than you can say Jackoff.”
Again, I was fairly sure Chris had fucked that up. “She loved me last time and she didn’t come back.”
“Yeah, because you broke her heart, and because she didn’t want you to choose her over your son.”
“But … but I wouldn’t have—”
“Back then, yeah, you would’ve, and she knew that. There’s no way Ellie would allow herself to come between you and Max. Ever.” He took a long draw from his can. “But things are different now. You’re not with Lilah anymore and you have room for MaxandEllie in your life.”
“I do. I definitely do.”
“Plus, she wants to move back here.”
“She said that?”
“She didn’t have to. She misses me. I can tell.”
I laughed.
Chris cocked an eyebrow and skolled more beer.
“Should I fly up there, go after her?”
“No. Just … make sure she knows how you feel.Tellher, but then let her do what she needs to do.”
I nodded. I just hoped it would be enough.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Ellie
People came into our lifeall the time. They came and they went, and they left their mark. Sometimes, that mark was subtle and, sometimes, it was more intense. But then, sometimes, if we were lucky, a person came along and marked our existence so profoundly we felt as if the earth had shifted from its axis, and the affinity shared was so overpowering it stole the air from our lungs. Sometimes, we met a person who left us breathless and, for me, that person was Connor.
Not Byron.
Dabbing my eyes with a tissue, I blew my nose then repositioned my sunglasses. “Are you okay, Miss?”
I blinked, finding the taxi driver’s concerned stare in the rearview mirror. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”
