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didn’t seem to want to stop. It was acting independently of his brain and spilling secrets he hadn’t wanted to admit to anyone—let alone Becca’s best friend.
“What could you have done? Banned her from seeing him?” Cathy snorted. “That would have gone down like a lead balloon. The thing is I honestly don’t think either Evan or Becca understood their feelings for each other until they suddenly did, if you know what I mean?”
He didn’t know. He didn’t care to know. He was sick of hearing Becca’s name, and he was doubly sick of hearing that other fucker’s. “I’m sorry if I don’t exactly find that knowledge comforting.”
“No, I guess it wouldn’t be.”
“Thank you for stopping by, Cathy.” He hoped his tone conveyed the finality that he intended it to have. He didn’t want to spend the next few hours locked in a conversation which could only lead back to his ex over and over again. It wasn’t helping his resolve to not break down over something as stupid as a break-up. True, it was his first time on the receiving end of one, but he’d initiated enough of them to know that they weren’t always driven by hard feelings and cruel intentions. The fact it was Becca—the woman he’d set as the bar to measure all other potential relationships against—who’d been the first to break his heart was as agonizing as it was fitting.
Thankfully, Cathy took the thinly veiled hint in his words and stood to leave.
“Anytime.” She started for the door but then stopped, and turned back toward him. After a brief pause, she rounded his desk and placed her fingers on his arm.
When he met her gaze, he saw a sadness that said she understood how he felt—at least a little.
“I meant what I said, Drew. I think of you as a friend. I did in middle school and I still have since you came home. If you ever need an ear to bend, I’ll be here.” She turned to leave again, but stopped once more. “Or you can talk to Gary if you’d prefer to keep it amongst the men.”
She smiled warmly at him and he could see why her husband had snapped her up. There was a level of innate understanding buried within her and she seemed to get men in a way most women never could. He was also relieved that she hadn’t mentioned Becca’s name once more.
“Thank you,” he said again, meaning it a little more this time.
Amity hadn’t returned to Drew or to the hospital at all since she’d rediscovered the ache of human emotions and the guilt of her mistakes. Instead, she’d retreated to the top of Mount McKinley thousands of miles away. While the air in Flint had been only just starting to cool toward winter, the season had well and truly claimed the mountaintop. Even though she didn’t need protection from the cold, she’d wrapped herself in a number of layers topped with a Donna Karan jacket. Fashion was her fallback, a way to give herself something to focus on outside of emotions.
Her hands were free from coverings though. Instead of being nestled in warm gloves, they were plunged deep into the surrounding snow. She'd already held them there long enough for a human to have lost most of the feeling in their fingertips, possibly even long enough for a severe case of frostbite to have settled in, but she didn’t care. She didn't have to worry about trivial things like blood flow and oxygen. Her human body did whatever her grace instructed, regardless of what happened around her.
Despite the cold of the snow wrapped around her fingers, the skin of her palm burned as though it was still pressed against Drew’s neck. Her anger and hurt over what she believed constituted a massive betrayal by her brothers—by Michael in particular—burned through her in a white-hot burst.
She heard a flutter behind her, but didn’t even bother to turn to greet her visitor. She already knew exactly who it was, and had no doubt he was ready to launch into some lecture about her behavior and how it served her right. How she’d
“What could you have done? Banned her from seeing him?” Cathy snorted. “That would have gone down like a lead balloon. The thing is I honestly don’t think either Evan or Becca understood their feelings for each other until they suddenly did, if you know what I mean?”
He didn’t know. He didn’t care to know. He was sick of hearing Becca’s name, and he was doubly sick of hearing that other fucker’s. “I’m sorry if I don’t exactly find that knowledge comforting.”
“No, I guess it wouldn’t be.”
“Thank you for stopping by, Cathy.” He hoped his tone conveyed the finality that he intended it to have. He didn’t want to spend the next few hours locked in a conversation which could only lead back to his ex over and over again. It wasn’t helping his resolve to not break down over something as stupid as a break-up. True, it was his first time on the receiving end of one, but he’d initiated enough of them to know that they weren’t always driven by hard feelings and cruel intentions. The fact it was Becca—the woman he’d set as the bar to measure all other potential relationships against—who’d been the first to break his heart was as agonizing as it was fitting.
Thankfully, Cathy took the thinly veiled hint in his words and stood to leave.
“Anytime.” She started for the door but then stopped, and turned back toward him. After a brief pause, she rounded his desk and placed her fingers on his arm.
When he met her gaze, he saw a sadness that said she understood how he felt—at least a little.
“I meant what I said, Drew. I think of you as a friend. I did in middle school and I still have since you came home. If you ever need an ear to bend, I’ll be here.” She turned to leave again, but stopped once more. “Or you can talk to Gary if you’d prefer to keep it amongst the men.”
She smiled warmly at him and he could see why her husband had snapped her up. There was a level of innate understanding buried within her and she seemed to get men in a way most women never could. He was also relieved that she hadn’t mentioned Becca’s name once more.
“Thank you,” he said again, meaning it a little more this time.
Amity hadn’t returned to Drew or to the hospital at all since she’d rediscovered the ache of human emotions and the guilt of her mistakes. Instead, she’d retreated to the top of Mount McKinley thousands of miles away. While the air in Flint had been only just starting to cool toward winter, the season had well and truly claimed the mountaintop. Even though she didn’t need protection from the cold, she’d wrapped herself in a number of layers topped with a Donna Karan jacket. Fashion was her fallback, a way to give herself something to focus on outside of emotions.
Her hands were free from coverings though. Instead of being nestled in warm gloves, they were plunged deep into the surrounding snow. She'd already held them there long enough for a human to have lost most of the feeling in their fingertips, possibly even long enough for a severe case of frostbite to have settled in, but she didn’t care. She didn't have to worry about trivial things like blood flow and oxygen. Her human body did whatever her grace instructed, regardless of what happened around her.
Despite the cold of the snow wrapped around her fingers, the skin of her palm burned as though it was still pressed against Drew’s neck. Her anger and hurt over what she believed constituted a massive betrayal by her brothers—by Michael in particular—burned through her in a white-hot burst.
She heard a flutter behind her, but didn’t even bother to turn to greet her visitor. She already knew exactly who it was, and had no doubt he was ready to launch into some lecture about her behavior and how it served her right. How she’d
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