Page 46 of Fragile Kiss (Fragile 2)
“Wait...” She tried to figure out the timeline in her head. “How did you know his car was at our houses?”
All at once, Cayden’s eyes grew round. “I, uh, have a camera on my house.”
“You have a camera on your house?” She let out another laugh. “The only reason I’m upset you didn’t tell me is because I’m tipsy on gin right now.”
“Good, because this is getting awkward.”
“I don’t feel awkward,” she sang. “I think I’m a lot more drunk than I wanted to be.”
“You wanted to be drunk?”
“Maybe a little.”
“How come?”
“Because seeing you again makes me really, really nervous.”
“Was last night okay?”
“You shouldn’t have come, to be honest.”
“I’m glad I did. I found you on the floor for crying out loud, Lil.”
She thought about it. “Yeah, I guess it’s good you came.”
“I wish you would have told me you didn’t want me to stay.”
Lillian frowned. “Why would you say that?”
He shrugged. “I mean, we’re still broken up, I think. When I came home you told me that our, you know...that it was a mistake.”
Her blood got hot. “Don’t hold on to those words, Cayden.”
“I’m confused, I guess.”
“There’s—” she started, about to tell him there was nothing to be confused about when she was ten times as baffled as he was. Slouching, she took a breath. “My bad,” she muttered.
“What?”
“I said it was my fault,” she blurted, again a little too loudly. “I shouldn’t have been that mean. It was stupid of me.”
“Why won’t you just let me in, Lil?” He leaned forward.
She could feel the silly glint in her eyes. “I’m choosing to ignore that sexual innuendo.”
Cayden broke into a relieved smile. “There she is. That’s the Lil I know.”
“She just takes a little prodding,” Lillian smiled.
“But for real,” he continued, taking a swig of his drink. “Whew, that’s good.”
“Is it strong?”
“Strong enough to help me not regret what I’m about to say.” He popped an ice cube into his mouth. Lillian watched his mouth work to melt it. “Why do we keep doing this? Of all places, you end up here with my client and I happen to walk in and see you. Last night happened. It happened when I came home to work through this with you. It’s happening now, us together, talking. Why can’t we just...go back?”
I want you, she screamed in her head. “Of course I wish we could.”
“Then why not?”
