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“Yeah, well,” he says. “I didn’t have to place more of my own, and I didn’t have to lose every goddamn time.”
“Stupid. Both of you,” I chide, looking between them. “What a waste. You might’ve lost your fucking career because of this,” I say, looking at Asher. I turn to my father. “And you almost lost your life. For what? A few bets?”
“High and mighty Lincoln has a few things to say,” he says, clearly goading me into a fight.
I scoff. “Look where you are now, old man. I’m not sure why I spent my entire life protecting you. I regret every second of it. You make me sick.” I turn to Asher. “I will always be here for you, brother. But don’t involve me in his shit ever again.” I jerk a thumb toward his father, and then I walk out of the room.
Asher drove me here, and I don’t have a phone to call up a car, so I rush down to the front desk and ask them to call me a cab.
And then I wait, hoping against hope I’m not too late.
CHAPTER 15: JOLENE
How long am I supposed to wait?
This is silly.
Megan’s not at her desk, Lincoln’s not in his office, and I’m just…sitting here. Waiting.
I saw his car in the parking lot, so he must be around here somewhere.
The first five minutes are no big deal. Maybe he’s up talking to Jack or down talking to a player.
The next five minutes are a little longer as I start to get a little impatient. He told me to meet him here at two, and now it’s—I check my watch. Two fifteen.
My only wish was for him to put me first for a change, and here we are…right back in the same old pattern.
I try not to jump to conclusions. Maybe something’s wrong.
But wouldn’t he have texted me to let me know?
Where the hell is he?
When a half hour ticks by, I feel like I’ve waited long enough. Anger pulses low in my belly as I take the elevator down.
I was going to tell him. I had an entire speech planned, but he couldn’t be bothered to show up.
I wish I could say my heart feels even more broken, but I think I’m starting to just feel numb to it all at this point. I’m disappointed. I’m angry. But broken?
Nope. I won’t let him crush me any longer.
I won’t cry over this latest episode in what has only been a drama-fueled relationship.
I will just…move on.
Though that’s sort of a hard feat to accomplish given what’s going down inside my body right now. Not only am I emotional, I’ve literally got a piece of Lincoln Nash inside me.
When it came down to it, I knew that I needed him to choose me. To put me first. And yet again…he didn’t. He’s off somewhere else, gone an entire half hour or more, and he didn’t bother to let me know when he’s the one who told me two o’clock was fine.
Sam’s at work and the boys aren’t home yet by the time I get back, and I’m suddenly starving. I throw some pizza bagel bites into the microwave, and I’m chowing down when the doorbell rings.
I’m certain I look like an animal as I walk over to the door with a hot bagel bite in my hand, and I’m also certain I don’t care. I shove the rest of it in my mouth as I open the door, and there stands Lincoln Nash.
His gaze is down as he leans forward, each palm resting on either side of the door, and his eyes connect with mine when I open the door.
I freeze mid-chew, and now the animal I look like is probably a chipmunk with nuts in her cheeks.
His gaze is hot on mine, but there’s something else there. He looks…tortured. Haunted.
