Rushed (Adventures in Love 1)

“Screw this.” I toss back the covers and get out of bed, deciding that one way or another, I’m going to get him to open up. After grabbing my sweater, I open the door and start to head down the hall but stop when I hear him talking to someone.

“You think I like this any more than you, man? Fuck! You of all people know that starting Live Life was a dream for me, but I won’t choose between Cybil and that.” He pauses as I get closer, and I know I should make my presence known, but my mouth has gone dry. “I don’t give a fuck. That’s on him; that’s not on me. He needs to get his shit together.” Another long pause. “Right, well, let me know what the lawyer says, and we’ll talk after that. Later, brother.” He hangs up and turns toward me, putting his cell phone into his pocket.

As his haunted gaze meets mine, my stomach rolls and my legs start to feel weak. “You’re selling because of me.” I knew that, or I thought I did, but having it confirmed feels like a knife to the gut.

“Not just you.”

“Really?” I tip my head to the side while wrapping my arms around my waist. “So if we didn’t meet, you were planning on offering up your portion to Blake and Maverick?”

“No.”

His simple answers to my questions make me want to shake him.

“So, what is it? Are you selling because of me, or because you decided that it’s no longer your dream and you now want to be on the first trip to Mars?”

“Don’t be a smart-ass, Cybil.”

“Don’t be a liar, Tanner.” I shake my head, realizing everything that’s against us and all he would be giving up because of me. I know he might think he’s made the right decision now, but in a week, a month, or a few years, he’s going to end up resenting me. I just can’t stand the thought of that. I mean, look what happened with Galvin, who was living a lie and dragging me along for a ride I didn’t know I was on. And in the end I was the one who got hurt. “I can’t do this.”

“What?” He takes a step toward me, and I hold up my hand to ward him off.

“I mean, I can’t do this. I don’t know what I was thinking, or maybe I wasn’t thinking.” I want to shove the words back in my mouth as soon as they’re out, but I need to end this before it’s too late, before he throws away everything he’s worked for, and before I fall any deeper in love with him. Shit, I love him—the realization makes my chest hurt and the lie I spit out taste bitter. “We don’t work. This”—I motion between us—“is never going to work.”

“Don’t do this, Cybil,” he bites out, and I swallow.

“You know I’m right.”

“What I know is that you think you’re protecting me, when you’re not. You’re just pissing me off.”

“No, I’m being realistic,” I say quietly, ignoring the fact that my throat is starting to burn. “You need to go back to Montana, and I need to get back to my life here.”

“All right.” He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back like he’s settling in. “If you’re set on doing this, I want you to give me one good reason why I should walk away.”

I stare at him, my mind scrambling for something, anything, but it’s difficult, especially when I thought he would just leave.

“I’m waiting.”

“You eat meat,” I blurt out, the first thing that comes to mind, and he laughs.

No, he doesn’t just laugh. His head falls back on his shoulders and he roars his amusement.

“This is not funny.”

“Yes, it is.” He shakes his head, still chuckling. “Okay, so what else?”

What else? There’s nothing else, and that was hard enough to come up with. “You said one thing.”

“Your one thing was lame, so unless you can come up with something else, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why are you making this so difficult?” I stomp my foot like I’m a three-year-old not getting her way, and he grins.

“Because what we have is worth it, and I know you’ll end up regretting ending things about five minutes after I walk out the door, because you’re in love with me.”

I gasp and take a step back. “I don’t love you.”

“You’re really on a roll tonight. First, you try to break up with me, then you lie to my face.” He makes a tsk-tsk sound while shaking his finger back and forth. “You love me, Cybil, and just because you’re not willing to admit it out loud doesn’t make it any less true.” His arms fall to his sides, and he steps toward me. “We’re not breaking up, and I’m not going anywhere unless you’re going with me.”