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“Then leave.”
He steps closer. Too close. “I miss you.”
The words hit me like a slap. I laugh. A short, bitter sound. “You miss controlling me. Lying to me so you can screw whoever behind my back.”
He frowns. “That’s not fair. I messed up. There is nothing between me and her. I love you. I always have.”
“What do you know about fair? About love. You’re a lying piss of shit.”
Jazz rounds the bar. “You need to go.”
He points to her looking straight at me. “I’m not talking to you.”
“I don’t care,” Jazz snaps. “You don’t belong here.”
Sebastian steps closer. “We were good once.”
“No,” I say. “We were convenient. You liked me dumb and pretty.”
“That’s not true.”
“Then why did I have to rebuild myself after you?”
He doesn’t answer.
Jazz crosses her arms. “I’m calling the cops.”
He finally backs away. But before he leaves, he looks at me one more time.
“I want you back, Lana. I fucked up but I love you. I always will.”
And then he’s gone.
I collapse onto a stool. My hands shake. I can’t believe he showed up. It’s been months since he called or tried to contact me. I thought he gave up.
Jazz kneels in front of me. “Are you okay?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to call Knox?”
I pause.
Then shake my head. “Not yet.”
She helps me up and walks me to the back. Sits me down in the office.
“I’ve got this,” she says. “Take the day.”
I nod. Not having the strength to argue that its too much all by herself.
I walk. And walk. It’s the only thing I know how to do when the world spins and shits on me. I walk until my legs ache and my head clears just enough to think.
I end up outside Knox’s building. I don’t go in. I sit on the steps and wait. I don’t know how long I’m there before the main doors open and he steps out. His long coat slapping in the wind.
He sees me and stops.
His eyes narrow. “What happened?”
