A look of shock crossed her face.
“But you’re the one who’s actually scared of it.” He stepped around her and scooped up Trent, tucking him under one arm and grabbing the cat carrier with the other. He turned to her. “Why else would you have connected so fast with someone like me? Why would I be so appealing? If you really feel how you say you feel about me, then you don’t want what you think you want. And if youdoreally want that, then the only reason you were with me was for a snarky,aren’t men the worst?story to tell in your book.”
“Beck,” she said finally, her voice raw.
“Which one is it, Eliza?”
She shook her head, tears flowing now. “I…don’t know.”
“Yeah, neither do I,” he said, exhaustion filling him. “I can’t do this. I’ve already been someone’s show pony. I won’t be yours. Goodbye, Eliza.”
As he walked out of the kitchen, the oven beeped.
Breakfast was ready.
And they were done.