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“How do you know that?”
“I just do.” It was a weak answer and he knew it. He had no idea what was around the corner. All he did know was that he loved that woman.
“If you love her, let her choose to come back. She knows the truth now, just like you do. She has to be the one to choose.”
He looked back at Evangeline. She actually looked happy talking to this other guy. Happy and... carefree. He had only caused her pain.
“You’re right.” Turning to Natasha, he said, “You’re right. I have no right to ask her to come back to me another time. I’d only hurt her again.”
She nodded, but didn’t smile. “I’m sorry this happened to you, Beau. I like you.”
“Thanks,” he replied softly, leaving the club and leaving behind the dream life he’d thought he’d have with Vee.
27
Evangeline’s skinprickled with awareness as Ethan leaned in and whispered in her ear. His question was a simple one, and one she’d asked many times before.
Want to get out of here?
They were six simple words. Six simple words and she would be leading him to her apartment—or him leading her to his—and stripping off her clothes. They wouldn't talk because they wouldn't need to. They would take what they wanted from each other and leave satisfied.
No mess. No emotions. Just fucking.
She could do that. She could.
Looking at him, she smiled. “Let me just go to the bathroom first.”
He smiled. “I’ll be waiting, Evangeline.” He said her name like he’d just promised to do deliciously sinful things to her body.
She slid from the table, passing by Natasha.
“I’m out,” she said softly.
“The guy?” she asked, her eyes alight.
“The guy,” she replied. “Stay safe, okay?”
“You too, babe.”
Evangeline wound her way through the crowd, navigating to the ladies’ room. She didn’t really need to go; she just wanted a moment to breathe. Planting her hands on the edge of the sink, she sank into them and looked at her reflection. Her mouth stretched into a smile briefly, then disappeared. She could do this. She needed to forget Beau and the only way she knew how to do that was to physically remove him with the touch of another man.
Ethan was charming. He was attractive. He was smart, funny, and he understood her life. He had thesamelife.
Yet, she hesitated. She felt like she would be betraying Beau if she were to sleep with this guy. But what did she owe him? He lied to her so easily, unwilling to let her make her own decision about what was going on. Turning on the faucet, she cupped her hands under the flow and splashed her face with water. She could do this.
“I can do this,” she repeated.
Snapping some paper towels from the holder, she dried her hands and threw it into the trash can by the door. With one final exhale, she walked back to the table.
“Ready, beautiful?” Ethan asked.
She nodded, picking up her purse from where it sat on the table. “Your place or mine?” she asked over her shoulder.
“I’m on Melrose,” he said.
Closer. “Your place it is.”
He took her hand, twining her fingers with him. The action was so familiar she jerked away.
