Again, he bared his teeth.
“Apparently he doesn’t want to see your ugly face, either.” His whole presence was pushing my buttons, especially since I knew why he was there.
“I came to see Gwen—”
“Why?” I asked him calmly. “You miss her? You know you made a mistake? Those all seem like you problems, because she’s fine. Haven’t you been selfish enough for one lifetime?”
He dropped his head, running his hands through his sandy brown hair. “I can never say sorry enough for what I did to you. You have every right to hate me, but I need to see her. I know if we talk, if we just remember the good, instead—”
“What good could possibly overshadow the fact that you ran off with the woman who was supposed to be my wife as she walked down the aisle? What universe do you live in?”
I could tell he was getting angry from how tightly he held the bouquet in his hands. His whole body tensed.
“This is none of your business, Dr. Davenport. I still love Gwen, and I’m going to make my universe her universe again—”
“You sound more like a crazy stalker, and not her partner,” I said, moving toward the door, but stopped when I was at his shoulder. “But then, how could you be, when she’s with me?”
“What?” he snapped. “What the fuck do you mean you are her partner? You couldn’t possibly be in—”
“In a relationship? Why not? Come on, use that peanut-sized brain of yours, Evans. You both dumped us. Who else were we going to look to but each other? So when you say it’s none of my business, you are sadly mistaken, because Guinevere is with me in every sense of the word. And if you, in any way, upset her or try to contact her, I won’t just bust your face in, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life being fed through your nose.”
He was steaming, his body shaking. “Are you scared she'll go back to me? Is that what this show of manhood is for right now? What, you guys have known each other for a little while and you think that compares to the years she has spent next to me? Do you know anything about her? She’s in love with me, I was her first!”
“Are you trying to make me jealous right now?” I snickered. “Please understand, I don’t give a rat's ass about what you both were. She knows you broke up with Hannah, and you know what she said? She wished you two had stayed together. That was right before she took my hand. So stop yelling about how you were her first and she wants you, because the truth is neither of us wants anything to do with you people ever again. We’re enjoying our lives way too much for your bullshit.”
Taigi took this time to lift his leg and piss all over Sebastian's Italian shoes.
It took everything I had not to laugh.
“You fucking mutt!” he screamed, trying to kick the wetness from his shoes.
Taigi happily sat beside me.
“Try your luck at something new tomorrow, Evans. It looks like you really won’t win today,” I replied, heading inside.
Only when the elevator doors closed did Taigi relax, lying down on the elevator floor.
Kneeling down, I petted his stomach. “I see what she was saying about you being a little mastermind. That’s why you wanted me to turn around? So I didn’t waste my time with him?”
He looked up at me lazily, only to put his head back down—like I shouldn’t have even bothered asking, since I knew the answer. Great. Now I’m guessing at the thoughts of a dog. This was all Guinevere’s doing…but I couldn’t help but wonder if Sebastian had really been her first. She was just so…sexual. The fact that any man had thrown that away made me wonder about his sanity.
When I got off the elevator, there was Logan, once again leaning against my door. He looked like he'd had one hell of a night.
“Are you hungover?” I asked him, opening my door and letting Taigi in; I would drop him back at her place once I left for work.
He nodded. “I was just so upset at myself… I was so determined yesterday, and then when I left, it all disappeared.” He sat down on the arm of my couch, burying his head in his hands.
Grabbing an aspirin and water, I handed it to him. “You didn’t let Mom see you like this, did you?”
He shook his head, throwing the pills into the back of his mouth and drinking half the bottle at once. “She was fast asleep when I got home this morning. I didn’t want to wake her up, so I came here. Cause where else am I going to go?”
“Here is fine.”
He sighed, not looking up at me. “If it doesn’t work out, I promise I will go back to med school. I won’t ask for you to help get me into a good one, either. I will work hard and get in on my own—”
“It will work out,” I said to him.
He looked up at me, his blue eyes confused. “What?”