Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Oh, right. Okay. Sure. I’ll let her know.”
I nod and say my goodbyes. I call Mitch next, letting him know I’m moving my shop and getting out of the lease with him. He’s more than helpful, letting me cut out early because of the issues with the building. I’m even getting my full deposit back, which will help with the move.
Everything appears to be looking up. I call my mother next, letting her know the news, and then I pull up listings for places to rent in Magnolia Ridge. It’s only a thirty-minute drive on the interstate, and I know in the beginning I can go back and forth between towns, but I want out of this town as soon as possible.
There’s nothing left here for me anymore.
It all happens so quickly. How easy it is for me to leave this town and move onto the next is rapid fast.
But I feel this is the right move.
I can’t believe it.
I’m going to miss Lennon, and I won’t even allow myself to think about Harrison. I would have liked to have spoken to him one last time. Gotten the whole story from him, but I just don’t want to deal with the drama.
It’s just like Drake 2.0.
I can’t put my heart out there like that again.
I won’t do it.
Chapter 20
Harrison
As I walk downstairs, I head into the kitchen where Hilary is. I need to tell her to pack up her shit and leave. I don’t want to be rude, but I need to tell February I love her. Lay all my cards on the table.
“You always take so long getting changed.” Hilary bites her lip, pressing her hand against my upper arm. “You never hear the door.”
My brows dip as I step back, causing her hand to fall. “What the hell are you talking about?”
She sucks in a breath and smiles. “Someone was here to see you, but I explained everything to her.”
Her?
February.
I shake, holding onto the edge of the counter. “What did you say?” I hiss.
“Oh, Harrison, you get worked up so easily. I know exactly how to help with that,” she says, reaching for the button on her shorts.
I narrow my eyes. “Hilary, what did you do?”
“I told her the truth.”
I raise my eyebrows as I stare at her. “What do you believe the truth is?”
“That I decided to move here, so we’re back together.”
She’s serious. Her eyes are searching mine, confused by the anger she can feel rolling off me.
I drop her hand, shaking my head as I run my fingers through my hair. “We are not getting back together. You are not moving here. You’re going to get back into your car and go home to Saint Peirce. You don’t belong here and you may have just broken the woman I love.”
“Woman you love?”
I scrub my face, sighing before I lift my eyes to hers. “We had our time, Hilary, but it’s over. It was over before we even admitted it. You’ll find someone who can make you happy, but it’s not me. It never was.” She goes to interrupt, and I shake my head. “Don’t say it. You haven’t changed, but I have. So please, get the hell out of my house so I can go fix what you broke.”
She grabs her purse and roughly tosses it onto her shoulder. “You’re letting the best thing that’s ever happened to you walk out the door.”
I move from the kitchen to the front door, opening it for her. “No, I’m letting the past walk out the door. The best thing that’s ever happened to me will have me locking the door to keep her inside.”
“Rot in hell.”
I laugh as I close the door behind me, stepping outside. “I was prom king, ya know.”
She shakes her head as she opens her car door. “Good for you. Nobody cares.”
I chuckle as she slams the door and flips me the bird.
Her tires spin as she speeds off, and I shake my head with a laugh. She never knew me. I never shared my past with her and she never asked.
As her taillights drive out of sight, the relief I feel is replaced with dread.
I jump into my car and peel out of the driveway, rushing to February's house. In her heart she knows I’m hers, but damn, she’s had so many bad things happen that her head might not believe it.
When I pull up to her house, my heart pounds loudly in my chest as I race to her door. I bang on it, calling her name. She pulls it open and my heart stops. Her eyes are red from crying, but the anger they hold staring at me hurts more.
“What?” she asks, crossing her arms.
“February,” I begin.
“I’m leaving. There’s nothing left for me here.”
I push inside and she turns toward me. “I’m here. I’m right here. February, I know you lost your shop and the stupid contest, but you didn’t lose me.” She turns to walk away and I grab her arm, stopping her. “I had no idea Hilary was coming here.”