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She’s laughing with a girl, cheeks flushed with a tint of pink. She’s never looked more beautiful and I hope I can make her smile like that.
What I don’t like is the guy that joins them. I don’t like him looking at her. She hasn’t admitted that she’s mine yet, but she is.
And then I see red.
He touched her and she flinched.
I’ve never moved faster, pushing the guy to the ground. I tower over him, glaring at him. “You don’t touch her.”
“Memphis?”
I wheel around to face her.
“Ever,” I whisper.
“What are you doing?”
“He touched you.”
“Eric meant nothing by that. You can’t put your hands on someone, either. And you can’t think that this makes everything alright.”
“Ever.”
“No. You can’t just get in fights because you’re jealous. You have no right to be. You lost that right the minute I found out you lied to me. And not some little lie. I think you don’t realize that I’ve loved you since I was five. And I’m sure I will always love you. But what you did compares to a kid finding out Santa isn’t real. Everything you have ever done was use me to better yourself. I see that now. I wish you all the happiness in the world.” And she walks away.
I’m not sure what hurts worse, her wishing me happiness, how long she’s loved me, or that she just walked away.
I’m not giving up. I call Sal and he picks up on the first ring.
“Where is the show being filmed?”
“Did you already blow it?”
“Sal,” I yell into the phone.
“I’ll send you the address.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
I have one more stop to make before heading there, to buy one big gesture.
I’m going to put it all out there and hope she finally listens.
My phone pings and I know it’s showtime.
I’m taking the biggest leap of my life and I hope it pays off. She might listen, or she might throw me out of her life for good. Guess we will have to see.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ever
Seeing him has me all screwed up. I need to get it together before filming.
I pace the floor behind the set, reciting the ingredients for today. I find that when I’m nervous, saying the ingredients for the dish of the day helps.
“Ready?” Anne asks.
I nod.
