“I want to go with you. Not for counseling, just to make sure she doesn’t try anything nasty.”
She clenched her teeth. “No. I need to do this alone.”
He exhaled sharply into the phone. “I told you we’re a team, but all you do is push me away. You suck at relationships.”
She glared at the phone, fury rising within her, and hung up. He’d gone for the jugular. He knew all of her history with her noncommitted family, her own lack of success in relationships, how much she reallywantedto be good at a relationship with him, and then he twisted the knife in her tender heart.
You suck at relationships?Too damn far.
He called back, and she let it go to voicemail.
Love shouldn’t hurt this much.