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bastard,” she breathed once she found her voice again. “How could you?”
“Easily,” he said with a shrug. “Like I said, if I see something I want, I take it. You, of all people, should understand that.”
Pain unlike anything she’d ever known cascaded through her, slicing and ripping as it went, breaking and tearing as she fought the urge to bawl like a baby. “Get out,” she cried, her hands shaking as she gestured toward the door like a mad woman. “Get. The. Fuck. Out!”
He smirked and even though it seemed a bit forced, Julianna had lost the fight to care. She’d held back with Miles because it’d felt wrong but it appeared she’d been noble for no reason because Boston was out screwing whatever twitched beneath his damn nose. “I hope your plane goes down,” she said as he went to the door. “I hope your plane goes down and you survive only long enough to be eaten by sharks.”
He tsked. “Harsh, love. Harsh.”
“I hate you.”
His gaze hardened. “Good.” And then he tipped an imaginary hat and let himself out.
The minute the door closed behind him, Julianna sank into the nearest chair and allowed the tears of her broken heart flow as she suffered the most intense sense of loss she’d ever known.
He’d never loved her.
She’d been a total fool.
And if she never saw Boston Kincaid again — it would be too soon.
#
Just keep walking, don’t stop. Boston couldn’t breathe. But he couldn’t stop. Had to keep putting one foot in front of the other. It had to be done. Julianna was better off this way. He was no good for her. A life with him was no life Julianna would enjoy. She’d get over him and they’d find a way to be good co-parents. Something so heart-rendingly awful screamed in his heart and he nearly fell to his knees as he reached the lobby. Lilah saw him and with a note of alarm, asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m good, the humidity is getting to me ,” he said brusquely, pulling his wallet, he took a wad of cash and tossed it down onto the counter. “This should pay for another six months if she wants it. If she needs more, call me and I’ll see it done,” he said, adding his business card to the pile of cash. “If she ever needs anything — anything at all — call me. Night or day.”
“Don’t leave like this,” Lilah said, frowning with sadness. “This isn’t the way to fix things.”
“I can’t stay,” he said, his voice breaking. “Can you do this for me?”
She nodded and accepted the cash with open reluctance, then scribbled her name and number on a small slip of paper and slid it to him. “Call me anytime and I’ll let you know how she’s doing.”
“That’s not necessary,” he said stiffly but his hand snaked out and took the number anyway. Curling the paper in his hand, he stuffed it into his pocket with a brief, “Thank you,” and then turned on his heel, nearly running from the place, his mistakes, and from Julianna.
Some mistakes you don’t get to come back from.
Some mistakes you take to the grave as penance.
-7-
Julian na had dropped a bomb on Miles and his first reaction hadn’t been good. He supposed if he’d been thinking clearly, he would’ve smothered his knee-jerk reaction but who would’ve expected for her to share what she had? Obviously, her decision had done a number on her self-esteem and he felt like a jerk for not being supportive.
Of course, the newfound knowledge didn't do anything for his feelings about Boston — the guy was a total dick. So, by the next morning, he was determined to check up on Julianna no matter how things had ended at the beach.
He decide d to forgo his usual morning swim and went straight to her bungalow. He knocked and waited patiently and when she didn't immediately answer the door he knocked again. Just about the time when he was going to give up, she opened the door and it was apparent why she hadn't been eager to answer. Her face was red and puffy and her eyes were
“Easily,” he said with a shrug. “Like I said, if I see something I want, I take it. You, of all people, should understand that.”
Pain unlike anything she’d ever known cascaded through her, slicing and ripping as it went, breaking and tearing as she fought the urge to bawl like a baby. “Get out,” she cried, her hands shaking as she gestured toward the door like a mad woman. “Get. The. Fuck. Out!”
He smirked and even though it seemed a bit forced, Julianna had lost the fight to care. She’d held back with Miles because it’d felt wrong but it appeared she’d been noble for no reason because Boston was out screwing whatever twitched beneath his damn nose. “I hope your plane goes down,” she said as he went to the door. “I hope your plane goes down and you survive only long enough to be eaten by sharks.”
He tsked. “Harsh, love. Harsh.”
“I hate you.”
His gaze hardened. “Good.” And then he tipped an imaginary hat and let himself out.
The minute the door closed behind him, Julianna sank into the nearest chair and allowed the tears of her broken heart flow as she suffered the most intense sense of loss she’d ever known.
He’d never loved her.
She’d been a total fool.
And if she never saw Boston Kincaid again — it would be too soon.
#
Just keep walking, don’t stop. Boston couldn’t breathe. But he couldn’t stop. Had to keep putting one foot in front of the other. It had to be done. Julianna was better off this way. He was no good for her. A life with him was no life Julianna would enjoy. She’d get over him and they’d find a way to be good co-parents. Something so heart-rendingly awful screamed in his heart and he nearly fell to his knees as he reached the lobby. Lilah saw him and with a note of alarm, asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m good, the humidity is getting to me ,” he said brusquely, pulling his wallet, he took a wad of cash and tossed it down onto the counter. “This should pay for another six months if she wants it. If she needs more, call me and I’ll see it done,” he said, adding his business card to the pile of cash. “If she ever needs anything — anything at all — call me. Night or day.”
“Don’t leave like this,” Lilah said, frowning with sadness. “This isn’t the way to fix things.”
“I can’t stay,” he said, his voice breaking. “Can you do this for me?”
She nodded and accepted the cash with open reluctance, then scribbled her name and number on a small slip of paper and slid it to him. “Call me anytime and I’ll let you know how she’s doing.”
“That’s not necessary,” he said stiffly but his hand snaked out and took the number anyway. Curling the paper in his hand, he stuffed it into his pocket with a brief, “Thank you,” and then turned on his heel, nearly running from the place, his mistakes, and from Julianna.
Some mistakes you don’t get to come back from.
Some mistakes you take to the grave as penance.
-7-
Julian na had dropped a bomb on Miles and his first reaction hadn’t been good. He supposed if he’d been thinking clearly, he would’ve smothered his knee-jerk reaction but who would’ve expected for her to share what she had? Obviously, her decision had done a number on her self-esteem and he felt like a jerk for not being supportive.
Of course, the newfound knowledge didn't do anything for his feelings about Boston — the guy was a total dick. So, by the next morning, he was determined to check up on Julianna no matter how things had ended at the beach.
He decide d to forgo his usual morning swim and went straight to her bungalow. He knocked and waited patiently and when she didn't immediately answer the door he knocked again. Just about the time when he was going to give up, she opened the door and it was apparent why she hadn't been eager to answer. Her face was red and puffy and her eyes were
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