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“Yes, you did. I’m sorry that I embarrassed you in front of your family and—” she bit out with disdain. “But I want to be alone right now. Then you won’t have to be around yourirrationalgirlfriend.”

“I never said that you embarrassed me. But you sure the fuckarebeing irrational.”

“Get out.” She pointed to the dresser door. “And don’t come over tonight.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“As a matter of fact, don’t come over this week.” Her chest rose and fell with the fury feeding her temper. “Maybe,” she was visibly shaking, “maybe we need some space.”

I took a step closer. She took a step back. I stopped, inhaling a deep breath before speaking again, my own temper hot as hell.

“This isn’t about what happened on stage and you fucking know it.”

She propped her hands on her hips. “What the hell are you talking about?”

I scoffed. “This is because of the other night.” She knew which night, the night she cried in my arms after sex and let me pet her to sleep because she was feeling too much. “You’re finally starting to feel it, and you want to run.”

She stared at me, fuming and refusing to respond, her lips tightening.

“This little tantrum here,” I waved a finger between us, “is because I love you. And you’re scared shitless that youcouldlove me.” I swallowed hard, shaking my head, my pulse racing erratically. “But you don’t want to.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice cracked, her sapphire eyes bright and glassy with unshed tears.

“No, Betty. You don’t know what you want. You’ve been afraid from the start.” I lowered my voice, trying to keep my emotions in check. “I understand you’ve got issues trusting because of your dad—”

“Oh, nice, Bennett. Accusing me of Daddy issues? You’re such a bastard.”

“For telling you the truth?”

She snorted and crossed her arms, turning as she swiped the back of her hand across a cheek. “It’s obvious that we don’t get along as well as we’d thought,” she practically whispered.

“This is a fight, Betty. One fucking fight. This is what happens in relationships.”

I took a step closer. But she stepped away from me again, tilting her chin up defiantly, her eyes swimming with so much emotion it cracked something open inside my chest. I didn’t want to hurt her, but fucking hell, she was eviscerating me.

“If somespacewill help you figure it out, then fine.” Clenching my fists at my sides, I said words that scraped jaggedly against my soul. “I’ll go away and leave you alone. I’ll give you space.”

I turned and strode for the back exit, slamming the door into the parking lot. I needed the quiet dark of my bedroom, a Zoloft pill, and sleep. Deep, deep sleep. Where I could forget how insanely wrong this night had been. Where I could forget the look of fury and pain on Betty’s face and this agony in my heart and feeling of wrongness as I walked away from her.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

~BETTY~

“Him again?”Finn took a bite of his sandwich.

I glanced at my phone, reading Emma’s text asking if I was still coming by for dinner tonight.

I shook my head. “Emma.” I opened my texts, scrolling to Bennett and the ones he’d sent me yesterday and today, which I almost answered every time. But hadn’t yet.

Monday morning…

Him: I’m sorry about how I spoke to you on Sunday but not about what I said. Can we meet?

Monday afternoon…

Him: I know I said I’d give you some space, but I’d like the chance to talk to you when we aren’t angry.

Monday night…

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