Page 3 of Fragile Kiss (Fragile 2)
“I’m not pretending,” he boomed, and the depth of his voice stopped her mid-sentence. “I really want to know.”
“I’ve been trying not to think about this,” she confessed, gesturing to them both. “It’s been fine so far,” she grumbled. “No one knows the future, though.”
“What’ve you been doing?”
“We only stopped talking a couple of days ago. It hasn’t been weeks.”
“It feels like years.”
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “Work, mostly. Drying more flowers. Old-lady stuff.”
“And the yard?”
“The guy comes to do it once a week. I see him over there every Saturday morning.”
“I don’t mean mine, Lil. I mean yours.”
“Oh.” She pursed her lips. “I’ve just been letting it grow.”
“It looks like absolute crap.”
“To you.”
“No, for real. I know the look you’re going for, and this is far from it.”
“You don’t know what I’m looking for in my yard style.”
“I do, because we’ve talked about it a lot. Let me fix it up for you.”
She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Why not?”
Lillian began to feel annoyed with the way Cayden was acting. Why did he care about her yard? “Why so?”
“Your yard looks like an overgrown forest. I’m home for the weekend. I might as well.”
“An overgrown forest is a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?” To look busy, she slowly filled her water glass again. “I think I have two, maybe three branches poking out the wrong way. I know it drives you crazy.”
“Yes. So, I’m going to do it.”
“Cayden. It’s my yard, and I said no. I said it very politely.”
“I don’t understand why you won’t let me.”
“Because I don’t want my emotions to be confused anymore!” She slammed the glass down and glared at him. “If you work on my yard, I’ll feel like I’m still dating you. And I don’t want to date you anymore.”
Pain furrowed his brows. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Well, it is. Because it would be selfish if I didn’t break up with you.”
“Lil...” He crossed his arms. “None of this makes sense. If going to Los Angeles has caused this much trouble, I think we just don’t do distance very well.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. I’m not good for you. People as different as we are never work out long-term. Only as flings.”
“So, I’m a fling to you?”
“No.”
