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My mind whirs as I try to make a decision. On one hand, maybe it would be better to explain why I don’t think we can continue any form of relationship. But seeing him again would hurt too much because I know it’ll inevitably lead to a goodbye. Once he realizes where I’m coming from, he won’t want to continue whatever this is between us either.
It takes nearly the entire day, but I finally make my decision an hour before six. I’ll go. Because I know Graham will think I’m a coward if I don’t. He’ll see me as a hypocrite. I get dressed, and after making sure the twins are okay, I grab the keys to my car.
There was a time when I would have had to seek permission before I was allowed to leave the house during the day. And I couldn’t even step foot outside at night. But that time has passed and Enzo’s rules are much more relaxed. That being said, after the incident at Boulder, I have a feeling he’s either put a tracking device somewhere and I can’t tell, or he’s having me secretly followed.
I’m not expecting anyone to stop me as I leave the house but then suddenly Jason’s there, barring my path.
“Where did you even come from?” I ask, irritated.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Where are you going, Isabella?”
“None of your business.”
“You’re going to see him, aren’t you? I kept my mouth shut for three days and I didn’t bother you. But now I need to know—what’s your relationship with Graham Steele?”
There’s an authoritative tone in his voice that really rubs me the wrong way. I fix him with a hard glare.
“Unfortunately I can’t reply that question because it’s bullshit. Unless, Enzo sent you here and asked you to keep me in the house, I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.”
I try to side step him but he refuses to budge. He places his hand on my arm.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. But you can’t blame me for wanting to know if you’re dating this guy.”
“Actually, yes, I can. You broke up with me. You ended things. It’s none of your business who I choose to date,” I grit out. “And while we’re on the topic, never touch me again. Not in private and not in public.”
It’s amazing how our emotions work. Right now, as I stare into Jason’s eyes, I realize that I don’t feel anything for him anymore. And maybe he can tell because his expression turns to hurt and then resignation. He steps away, letting me leave.
The café is empty when I arrive. Graham’s seated at one of the booths, wearing a suit and looking every bit the businessman that he is. I walk over to the table and slide into the other side.
“Why is this place so empty?” I ask.
“I bought it out,” he replies easily.
My eyebrow flicks up. “If you have money to throw around, then you might as well donate it to some charities or something.”
“Don’t worry, Sunshine. I donate plenty,” he replies with a grin.
“Why are you so smiley?” I ask, confused. “That last time you saw me, you told me to go fuck myself.”
“No, I said ‘fuck your apology.’ I would never tell a lady to go fuck herself. That’s rude. My mom raised me better than that.”
“What you said wasn’t any better,” I mutter.
“You deserved it. But before we get into what happened at the wedding, let’s talk about the last three months.”
“What about them?” I ask.
This is a vastly different situation than I expected to walk into. I thought he’d still be angry. I was honestly ready to apologize. But instead he seems relaxed, happy even. Which is weird. He can be so unpredictable.
“We need to get up to speed on what we’ve both been up to. I’ll start,” he states. “I got appointed as vice president a month ago.”
“I know.”
“Okay, good. Then you know everything of consequence. I spent the past three months working. I haven’t dated anyone. Your turn, go,” he prompts eagerly.
I roll my eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend, so chill.”
Graham’s ensuing grin leads to a flutter in my chest. Relief shines in his expression. “He’s not?”
