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“Are you okay?” Lexi asked his mom.
“I’ve got a headache but otherwise fine,” his mom said, speaking in her normal voice. “I just need to get home.”
His mom was all whispers with him, but with Lexi she made a real effort. What was that about?
“I’ll go with you,” Lexi said. “Help you get settled in.” She straightened and looked at him. “Okay?”
He clenched his teeth. “Go home, Lexi. I got this.”
“Marcus,” his mom chided.
He ignored the rebuke and pushed the wheelchair past Lexi and out the door.
His mom twisted in her seat, trying to see Lexi. “Go back and apologize,” she ordered.
“No.”
Lexi appeared at his side, slightly out of breath. “Marcus, please let me help. I care about her.”
He couldn’t yell at her like he wanted to in front of his mom, but all he wanted was for her to go away. He glared at Lexi and said in an even tone, “Let me make this easy for you. We’re not a good fit, we never were, and now we’re done.”
She gasped. His mom might’ve gasped too, because it was damn loud.
He pushed his mom over to his car, leaving Lexi standing on the sidewalk staring after them.
Fuck it. He was done with Lexi.
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Chapter Fifteen
Lexi gave Marcus a day to cool off, and then on Friday morning she tried to connect with him. She really wanted to fix things before she had to go to the city for the Red Arrow Marketing party. She was sure he must’ve stayed local, with his mom just getting out of the hospital.
Marcus was not making it easy—he wouldn’t return her calls, ignored her texts, and didn’t answer the door at his apartment. Finally, she decided to go visit Lia. Maybe Marcus would be there, but even if he wasn’t, she wanted to check on his mom.
She rang the bell at Lia’s house. The door opened to a scowling Marcus. His eyes were bleary, his stubble a dark shadow. Obviously he was worried about his mom, probably hadn’t slept much either.
“Hi,” she said. “I wanted to check on your mom, and I was hoping to talk to you.”
“She’s sleeping, and I’m done talking to you.”
It was past ten a.m. His mom must be doing poorly. “Marcus, come on, don’t shut me out.”
He stepped out onto the small front porch, glowering down at her. “It’s your fault she ended up in the hospital.”
She sucked in air. “How is it my fault?”
“She says you invited her overandoffered her a job, so she tried to go out on her own because she wanted to visit you. Then she had a panic attack on the front porch and fell down the steps.” He crossed his arms. “She could’ve had a concussion.”
“I had no idea. I would’ve helped her. I gave her a taxi service number and offered to drive her too. I thought visiting my place would be an easy step back into the world.”
“She hasn’t had a single session with a psychiatrist.”
“I know,” she said quietly. She’d encouraged her to make that call every week.
Marcus glared at her. “So she’s suddenly supposed to be cured just because you selfishly lure her out?”
She tried to keep her voice calm, knowing he was lashing out because he was worried about his mom. “I wasn’t trying to do anything but help her.”
