Page 100 of Nailing Heat
“Wow, how did that go?”
“Yeah, it went well. I owned up to things, and she accepted my apology.” I move to sit on this couch. “You know, I never said I was sorry for cheating on her like that. I acknowledged that she knew and left her.”
“Guess it’s good that you got some closure then.”
“I think so. I hope it was more helpful for her than me. She deserves at least that much. Maybe now she can move on.”
“Like you did?” he asks, pouring us each a glass of amber liquid.
I nod. “Yeah, like I tried to do and failed miserably at.”
“Because you lost her not because you’re doubting her?”
“Yep, that would be why.” I take a sip of the amber liquid and discover it’s smooth. “This is nice.”
“Thanks, it’s some pretty old Scotch. I got it as a gift when we opened the stadium.”
“Thanks for sharing.”
“You’re welcome.” He watches me for a moment. “You know, I saw her when I was cleaning out your room.”
“How is she?” Hearing he saw her sends a weight crashing into my chest. The dull ache doesn’t fade — it clings to every breath, in and out.
“She’s hurt. She looked like hell. Hendrix and Mac were there helping her clean up the mess you left in her kitchen. So that was nice.” He pauses and then adds, “But she seems so sad. I think meeting Elise really shook her. Not because you were married over a damn technicality but because she had to face your ex-wife and Elise is, well, Elise.
“Yeah, she wasn’t the nicest to either of us. But that’s Elise.”
“You never should have married her,” August admits.
“You never liked her, did you?”
“I did not. But I never wanted to tell you that I thought marrying her was a bad idea. But you’re here now and we can figure this whole thing out as we go. Maybe even get Amelia back for you.”
“Really, you’d actually help me with that?” I say leaning on the edge of my seat.
“Like I told her, I like you two together. We have to figure out how to fix your fuck-up.”
“I appreciate that.” I look around this apartment. “I mean, your place is nice, but I never saw myself in a place with a doorman. Are you ever going to find me an apartment?”
He nods. “Yeah, I can probably have you something by the end of the week. So don’t get too comfortable here.”
“How is that possible? I thought it was going to take a while. Did you always have the ability to place me that quickly?”
August grins. “Truth is, yes. Amelia’s could have been for a few nights. But I could tell there was chemistry there the first day you met her, so I figured what harm could it do. I was happy when I was right. I never imagined it happening like this.” He shrugs. “Are you mad?”
“No, not mad. I’m glad I came here to work with you, August. This was one of the smartest decisions I’ve made.”
He hold his glass up and clinks mine. “What did I always say? You gotta stick with me because I know what I’m doing. Or some shit like that.”
I laugh and agree. “You do, August. You really do.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
~AMELIA~
He’s been gone from the apartment for two days and I swear I can still smell him in here. I’m in his room now running a Swiffer over his floor, hoping that the smell in the room will be replaced with the lavender that is on the pad. I hear the door to my apartment opening.
“I’m in the back bedroom,” I call out.
