“I’m not speaking to you,” she said the second it connected.
“Sweetie, you have to let me explain.”
“Were you really married?” Her voice was quavering, and I could hear that she was crying.
“Absolutely not. I’m on my way to your place right now to explain everything.”
“No. Leave me alone.” She hung up on me.
Rolling down the windows, I tried to let the ocean breeze calm me. I had to rush to her, hold her in my arms, and tell her absolutely everything. I had to explain to her that she’s the only woman who has ever made me feel this way, and I would do anything to be with her. I had
to tell her that my only goal in the world now was to love her, care for her, comfort and
protect her.
But Becca hated awkward conversations. She couldn’t stand being put on the spot, or feeling anxious. I’d have to find some other way to reconnect with her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
* Becca *
Throwing myself across the bed, I knew that I was behaving like a baby, but I couldn’t help
it. The tears wouldn’t stop. I shared more with Mitch than I would have ever dreamed. I
even told him some stories I didn’t think I’d even told my girlfriends.
How on earth could he be married, and not mention that? It was a major life event.
I also couldn’t believe that every single person in the shop had been staring at me. Did they pity me, or see me as the evil other other woman? They may have seen me as the one that
broke them up. I was still shaking from the weight of their stares.
I had no idea who this Tiffany woman was, but she was so loud and aggressive that it m
ade
my skin crawl. How could Mitch ever be with a woman like that? And if that was the sort of
woman he was interested in, what on earth was he doing with a timid girl like me?
I wasn’t sure whether to be angry or horrified, so I focused on how completely humiliated I
was.
It actually felt like a prickling rash was moving over my skin, and my heart wouldn’t settle
into a steady beat. Every time I tried to calm down and blank out for a second, I heard that
horrible screeching voice. After a couple of hours crying, pacing, and brooding in my room, I scrubbed my face, then went down to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
Julie was sitting at the kitchen table, and as she glanced up at me, I could see in her eyes
she was instantly concerned. “Oh my God, Becca, what happened? You look like you’ve
been crying.”
Shaking my head, I put the kettle on, hoping it would be quick. Throwing a peppermint tea