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Grabbing her bag out of the back, she meets me by the driveway. “I’ve got it really. You need to get that tux back before you end up paying more,” she says, grabbing the bag from me. “Brett, I had an amazing time.”
Pressing her lips to mine, I kiss her her back. The second our tongues connect I swallow down her moan. My heart beats faster in my chest when she drops her bag and wraps her arms around me. My hands pull at her hair as I deepen the kiss and she digs her nails into my shoulders. Kissing her outside where anyone can see is more exciting than screwing in the bar bathroom. It means something and anyone that sees will know that.
We break the kiss and I smile at her. “You better go before I carry you into that house.”
She laughs and gives me a quick kiss. “Brett, last night was special. Don’t think otherwise.” Before I can even tell her I agree, she’s walking toward her door.
Climbing back into the truck I blow out a breath. “We’re good, everything is fine.”
**
Three days. It’s been three fucking days since I dropped Eva off and I haven’t heard a word from her. I’ve become this pathetic asshole that sits around waiting to hear from her. I’ve texted, I’ve called, I’ve gotten drunk. I tried getting a hold of Asher for advice but he’s on his honeymoon, getting fucked. While I’m sitting here a pitiful fuck. I knew something was wrong that day, that it wasn’t allergies. I just didn’t want to believe that I put myself in a situation where I was going to be hurt. I’ll be honest I was upset, but now that has changed. I’m no longer upset she’s blowing me off. No, we’re way past that. Now I’m pissed.
Grabbing my keys, I decide it’s time to confront her. This is why I don’t let anyone in. You just end up alone and more miserable than you were when it started. Fuck that. She wants to blow me off, she can be woman enough to do it to my face.
Pulling up to her house, I take a second to look at the spot we last kissed. “Fuck,” I yell, hitting the steering wheel.
Walking up to the door, I have so much anger rushing through me I wonder if maybe I should wait. Maybe I need to take a minute before I knock on this door and say things that I can’t take back. But I don’t. I bang on the door and wait.
The door opens and I’m ready to see Eva’s honey eyes, but instead I see an older version of her. “Hello?” she says, sounding like a question.
“Umm, hey. I’m looking for Eva,” I say, confused as hell.
She covers her mouth and tears brim her eyes. What the fuck is going on? My pulse begins to race and I swallow down the bile I feel coming up.
“I’m Eva’s mom, Mary. Are you Brett?” she asks.
“I am.”
“Please, come in,” she says, pushing the door open.
I feel my head shaking before the door is fully open. “No. No I’m good.”
“Please,” she says, touching my arm. Nodding once, I step inside. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
It’s nice, but I need to know what the fuck is going on. Something is wrong, I feel it. I know that look on her face, I’ve seen it enough times in my life. “Just say it,” I whisper.
“Oh dear. Eva’s back in the hospital. They think the cancer may be back.”
The room spins and the bile rushes up my throat. Cancer. She has cancer.
