sofa behind me and gripped the phone tighter.WashetellingRush?MyheartslammedagainstmychestandIclosedmyeyestightly beforeasking,“WhyareinyouinRosemary?Pleasetellmeyoudidn’t…”Icouldn’tsayit.Not withBethyintheotherroomandmorethanlikelylisteningtome.
“Ineededtoseehisface.Ineededtoseeifhelovedyou.Ineededtoknow…because,Ijust neededtoknow.”Thatmadenosense.
“What did you say to him? How did you ind him? Did you ind him?” Maybe he hadn’t foundhim.MaybeIcouldstopthis.
Therewasahardchuckleontheotherendoftheline.“Yeah,Ifoundhimalright.Ain’treal hard.Thisplaceissmallandeveryoneknowswheretherockstar’ssonlives.”
Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod. .“Whatdidyousaytohim?”Iaskedslowlyashorrorwashedover
me.
“Ididn’ttellhim.Iwouldn’tdothattoyou.Givemesomedamncredit.Icheatedonyou
becauseIwasahornyassteenageboybutdammitBlairewhenareyougonnaforgiveme?
WillIpayforthatmistaketherestofmylife?I’msorry!GODI’mso fucking sorry.Iwouldgo backandchangeeverythingifIcould.”Hestoppedandmadeagruntthatsoundedlikehewas hurting.
“Cain.What’swrongwithyou?Areyouokay?”Iasked.Ididn’twanttoacknowledgewhat
he’dsaid.Iknewhewassorry.Iwastoo.Butno,Iwasnevergoingtogetoverit.Forgivingwas onething.Forgettingwasanother.
“I’mfine.I’mjustalittlebattered.Let’sjustsaytheguyisn’tcrazyaboutme,okay.”
Theguy.Rush?HadRushhurthim?Thatdidn’tsoundlikeRushatall.“Whatguy?”
Cainsighed,“Rush.”
MyjawfellopenasIstaredstraightahead.RushhadhurtCain?“Idon’tunderstand.”
“It’sokay.IgotaroomforthenightandI’msleepingthisoff.I’llbehometomorrow.We havesomethingstotalkabout.”
“Cain.WhydidRushhurtyou?”
Anotherpauseandthenawearysigh.“BecauseIaskedquestionsthathedidn’tthinkwere
mybusiness.I’llbehometomorrow.”
Heaskedquestions.Whatkindofquestions?
“Blaire,youdon’thavetotellhim.I’lltakecareofyou.Just…weneedtotalk.”
He’dtakecareofme?Whatwashetalkingabout?Iwasn’tgoingtolethimtakecareofme.
“Whereareyouexactly?”Iasked.
“Some hotel just outside of Rosemary. They think their shit don’t stink in that town.
Everythingtherecostsfivetimestoomuch.”
“Okay.StayinbedandI’llseeyoutomorrow.”Irepliedthenhungup.
Bethysteppedintotheroom.Shecockedoneofherdarkeyebrowsasshestaredatme
waiting.She’dbeenlistening.I’dknownshewould.
“IneedaridetoRosemary,”Itoldherstandingup.Icouldn’tletCainlayhurtinahotel roomandIcouldn’tchancethathe’dgobackandtrytotalktoRushagain.IfBethycoulddrive methereIcouldcheckonhimandthendrivehimhome.
Bethynoddedandasmallsmiletuggedonherlips.Icouldtellshedidn’twantmetosee
howhappyshewastohearthis.Iwasn’tstaying.Shedidn’tneedtogetherhopesup.“Thisis justaboutCain.I’mnot…Ican’tstaythere.”
Shedidn’tappeartobelieveme.“Sure.Iknow.”
I wasn’t in the mood to convince her. I handed her the phone and headed back to my temporarybedroomtopacksomethings.
Rush
Grant had finally given up on me and gone to dance with one of the girls who had been flirting with us since we walked into the club. He’d come here for some fun and I’d needed the distraction but now that I was here I just wanted to leave. Taking a drink of my beer I tried not to make eye contact with anyone. I kept my head down and a scowl on my face. It wasn’t hard to do.
Jace’s words kept replaying in my head. I was scared… No; I was terri ied to let myself believe that she’d come back here. I’d seen her face that night in the hotel room. She was empty.Theemotioninhereyeswasgone.Shehadbeen inished-withme,withherfather,
witheverything.Lovewascruel.Sofuckingcruel.
Thebarstoolbesidemescrapedacrossthe loorasitwasmovedback.Ididn’tlookoverat it.Ididn’twantanyonetotalktome.
“Please tell me that ugly scowl on your pretty face isn’t over a girl. You might break my heart.”Thesmoothfemalevoicewasfamiliar.
I tilted my head to the side just enough to see her face. Although she was older now I recognized her immediately. There are some things a guy doesn’t forget
Elizabeth Amelia Barrington