Page 45 of Breathing Wisteria
“We were separated. Now if this trip down memory lane is finished, I have—”
“I helped kickstart your career, you owe me, Flynn. I’ve given you time, I knew you were going through something. That something significant had happened to you and you were trying to work your way through it. I gave you time to do that.” Her eyes narrow with a vicious glint. “And now, after I’ve waited so patiently for you, you have a fuckingwife?” Her voice rises, a slight note of hysteria creeping in.
I sit back and look at her dispassionately, remembering that first night we met. Recalling how her formal elegance, her almost icy beauty, was so disparate to the skeevy bar I was playing in. How everything about her seemed to be in such contrast to Wyatt’s carefree joy. How I thought maybe,maybe, this was exactly what I needed to get over her.
I also remember waking up the next morning, my judgment no longer clouded by cheap whiskey and expansive grief, sneaking out and never giving it a second thought.
“I probably never would have found out about her if you hadn’t been so careless when you came to see her, you know.” She shakes her head, her voice accusing.
“I wasn’t trying to hide her.”
“You probably should have.” She stands, brushing an imaginary piece of lint from her cashmere sweater. Lifting her eyes, she pins me with a look of contempt. “She’s going to hate you by the time I’m done with you.”
