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How can I love a man who barely knows me and I him? How is that evenpossible?
Joey drives me home. I lose count of how many times he apologizes for taking me when Damon was intoxicated. He doesn’t know what went down between us, but it’s not hard to figure out that Damon sending me back isn’t good news.
When I get to Gia’s, I’m surprised to see Henrik there at this time, talking with my sister in the kitchen. I don’t have it in me to talk.
I really don’t.
“He’s here to see you,” Gia says.
“Let’s go out in the woods for a little chat.” He gestures to the yard. I haven’t responded to his latest texts; that’s probably why he’s here.
“It’s dark out,” I say as an excuse.
Henrik wiggles his phone as if the lighting of it is that bright. He grabs his coat, and I follow him because it’s better than running to the guest room to curl into bed.
We head out to a bench at the far end of the yard, wherehe removes the light snow atop it with his black boot. Then we sit, and he takes out a joint, lighting it at the tip.
“I wanted to talk to you.” He releases the smoke from his mouth and hands it to me. “Just like the old days?” he smirks.
And I take it. Smoke it. Anything to get rid of this heartache, this void deeper than a dungeon.
He laughs when he hears me exhale. I hand it off to him, but he refuses it. “You look like you need it more than I.”
I don’t argue. I take a few more puffs.
“At Harv’s PT appointment, he got some good news.”
I wait for him to continue.
“If he keeps this up, the new exercises he does and more, Stefan truly believes Harv might walk with or without braces sooner, likewaysooner, than we think.”
We all knew this—we all knew it was always a possibility. But since Harvey’s had a slower recovery post-injury, it’s one thing for it to remain a possibility versus become his new reality.
“I’m happy for him... if this is what he wants and he can do it...”
“Yeah. I agree, Hen. I saw him walk in his room, and it just—did something to me. I wish he would’ve let me in.”
“It’s nothing personal—it’s his pride.”
Is this the key to getting my Harvey back—him walking again?
The joint trembles in my fingertips as I bring it to my lips. I think of Claire. Of her and Harv together.
And Damon. God, if only he could have his shit together.
If only he wanted me too.
My train of thoughts is enough to tell me that there might be such a thing as being too late.
“I slept with someone else.”
I stare at Henrik’s eyes thanks to the light from his phone, and I can see the shock lurking in them. He had no idea. Harvey didn’t tell him he suspected me of cheating. I’m surprised, considering they don’t keep much from each other.
At least, they never used to.
He takes the joint, facing away from me. Hen always did smoke joints like a badass.
“Don’t matter. He’ll forgive you.”
