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Sloane smiles back at me, her arms thrown around myneck. I’m kissing her cheek and she’s laughing and smiling at the camera.
We were so happy.
She’s radiant, golden beams of sunlight streaming behind us, a soft halo shimmering around her.
I held absolute joy in my arms and let her slip away, dissipating like the mist over the lake on a hot morning.
Sadness washes over me and I squeeze my eyes shut tight, trying to block out the pain, the bitter disappointment.
I’m a fucking fool, a damn idiot.
I deserve to suffer.
And she deserves more—so much more—than me.
CHAPTER 39
SLOANE
“Cam’s back?” Gracelyn’s voice pitches up at least two octaves. “He ambushed you at the library?”
“Yes,” I sigh, toying with the metal chain on the front porch swing at the salon. I drove straight here after I left work to give Gracelyn the update in person.
“And? What did he have to say for himself?”
“That he’s sorry.”
“Oh, great. Really fucking original. What else did he say?” Grace kicks her legs out and the wooden swing catches air.
“He made the team. Got the position in Fort Lauderdale. He’s leaving in ten days.” My voice is laced with sadness, an ache throbbing in my chest.
I shouldn’t care that Cam’s leaving, not after what he did.
But unfortunately, I do.
Dammit.
Turns out, you can’t shut love off like a spigot. Evenafter everything—the sex video, the lies and the half-truths—I still love him.
Sitting next to him in the car was torture. All I wanted was to touch him, feel his hands on me, to kiss his soft lips.
Which is sick and twisted and all kinds of fucked up. The man cheated on me. Lied to me and humiliated me.
I shouldn’t want to be in the same room with him, let alone the same bed. I shouldn’t want to feel the weight of his sculpted chest pressed against mine, his breath on my neck, the wet warmth of his tongue on my thighs, between my legs.
Yet he’s all I can think about.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Good riddance. He’ll be gone, out of your life for good.” Gracelyn brushes her palms together, as if the matter’s done and dusted and there’s nothing left to think about.
Pursing my lips, I push off the wooden floorboards of the porch, kicking my legs out harder. The swing flies higher, creating a slight breeze from the propulsion.
In my heart, I know Gracelyn’s right. I should let Cam go. Move on with my life.
He crushed me, stomping on my feelings like a creepy-crawly bug slithering along the sidewalk. I gave him all of me, every last bit, and he smashed me to pieces.
Still, he’s all I can think about.
