there. How did you get my number?” She thought for a second and tried to
remember if she had given him the number, but she knew she hadn’t.
“Autumn gave it to me. I saw her as she was leaving for work and asked her if she had talked to you at all today. I told her I was worried about you because you left so fast and she gave me the number. She said she wouldn’t see you until tomorrow, probably.”
The thought of him being concerned did something to her chest. It felt like a dull ache, and she felt it all the way to her heart.
“That’s sweet of you Tyler, but I’m fine.” She let out a sigh because she knew the truth. She wasn’t fine. Her heart was hurting, but she wasn’t going to tell him that because he didn’t even know her and probably wouldn’t care. “I’m kind of busy right now.”
She wanted to get back to her wine and bubble bath, but part of her wanted to stay on the phone with Tyler and let him mend her broken heart. Never going to happen though , she thought.
“Grace.” His voice was a whisper now as he said her name, and it made her chest ache again. She placed a soapy hand over her heart and rubbed the dull ache away.
“What are you doing right now that you’re so busy you can’t talk to me?”
She looked around the darkened bathroom. The only light was coming from a few candles she had lit by the window sill and the moonlight shining in. She didn’t want to explain to him she was in the bathtub with a bottle
of wine, trying to forget the heartache of Denny Marshall, but she hated lying so she told him the truth.
“I’m in the bathtub, Tyler.” She sank a little further into the water being careful not to wet the phone. “Tyler . . .” She thought he hung up because all she heard was silence.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
The thought of Grace naked in the bathtub was driving him out of his mind. It was bad enough he thought about kissing her from the moment he met her, but being on the phone with her and knowing she was naked and wet in the tub did things to him and had his heart racing. He got up from his bed and walked over to the window looking down at her house. The only thing he could see was flickers of tiny light from the candles coming from the small window of her bathroom. He didn’t know why she made him feel the way she did, but he was feeling things at that moment that had him questioning himself and his self-control.
“Goodnight, Tyler.”
She hung up before he had the chance to say anything. He stood at the window looking down at the flickers of light.
He didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to fight the growing desire for Grace. He was going to try with all his might because it was the last thing he needed at the moment. Getting involved with someone right now wasn’t in his plans. With the way things were going, his heart and his head got the memo of ‘no women
baggage needed’ mixed up. His head was winning the battle as it reminded him of her soft lips and curvy body that he wanted to feel all over him.
Two days seemed like a lifetime of not getting a glimpse of Grace. The night he called her was the last day he had seen her since their lunch date. She must have kept herself busy, or was doing a good job of avoiding him, because he hadn’t even caught sight of her coming home from work or leaving in the morning. If he didn’t hate waking up early, he would have been up just to catch a look at her before she went on her morning run.
He wanted to see her and see for himself that she was alright. That night on the phone, he heard something different in her voice. She sounded sad and distant. He wasn’t sure why, but he had a pretty good idea. He was sure it had to do with Denny.
She never told him the details, but he could tell by the hurt in her eyes that Denny just about ripped her heart out.
Tyler was in no position to be mending anyone’s broken heart while his was just as torn apart.