Page 1 of Two Canes, One Cup
Chapter 1 -Stacy
“What do you mean by that?” My heart stops in my chest as I wait to hear his next words.
Bryan’s shoulders rise and fall in a casual shrug. “I just don’t think this is working.”
Two years of my life comes crashing down to suffocate me.
Tears sting in my eyes. I’d cry if we weren’t sitting in a coffee shop.
“But, what about our trip? We’re heading out to those cabins for Christmas?” I thought this was going to be his chance to propose.
Gosh, am I wrong.
His hand waves idly, then pushes up his glasses. “Go without me. Maybe take Amy. You girls would have fun up there.”
How can he act so casual after ripping me apart over a caramel latte?
“Bry—” I reach towards his wrist, but he pulls away.
“No. This is for the best, Stacy. I have that new job starting so my hours are going to be crazy.” He twirls his empty cup in the circle of condensation it made on the table.
“You’re an accountant, Bryan,” I grumble. “Fine. It’s obvious you’ve already made up your mind. What about your stuff in my apartment?”
“Throw it away.” Gripping the edge, he slides himself out of the booth seat to stand over me. “It was fun, Stacy.”
Then the jerk has the audacity topat me on the armas he leaves.
I catch a sympathetic look from our server. Her mouth droops as she makes a heart shape with her fingers towards me.
Count to five, then leave.
Hold it together until then.
Biting my bottom lip, I struggle not to let the tears slip until I’m outside.
What did I do?
Granted, it’s been months since we were intimate, but I thought we were a good match. It’s so hard to swallow around the lump in my throat. Tugging my dark wool peacoat tighter around my waist, I push through the freezing air to find my cherry red Audi.
Only when I reach the safety of my car do I let myself sob for the first time.
Bastard. He ruined Christmas.
And me.
I brought him home to meet my family.
Maybe it was a sign that he never did the same.
Was he just messing around this whole time?
The more I think about it, the less committed he was for our entire relationship.
Digging out my phone, I need to know if I was just delusional.
“Amy? He dumped me.” I don’t wait for her to talk, I start wailing into the speaker.
“Oh, honey. Finally.” Her soothing tone makes it sound like she was expecting this call.
