“You got to have her, and now you get to leave,” Lino said. “No strings attached. You just got to have all the fun parts of a relationship with Gretchen without all the bullshit that comes with it if you're with her long-term.”
I gaped at him, wondering if these words were coming out of his mouth. “You're an asshole,” I told him, shaking my head. “Gretchen is an amazing girl. She is one of the kindest, most giving people that I've ever met, and if you weren't able to support her, if you weren't able to work through a rough patch with her, then you never deserved her.”
“You don't know the whole story,” Lino said, shaking his head.
“Oh, I'm pretty sure I do,” I said. “And guess what? You were wrong. And I can tell that you're starting to realize how wrong you were, that's why you're coming up to talk to her every time you get the chance. That's why you're always following her with your eyes here at these luaus. You're realizing what you lost, and you're desperate to get that back. But guess what? You are never going to get her back. Move along.”
Lino laughed. “Oh, really? Because, what, you're going to stay with her forever? We all know you're leaving soon. And when it comes down to it anyway, Gretchen belongs with someone from the island. We share the same background, the same way of living, the same goals in life. You're just some dude from New York that, sure, was probably a decent fuck for a while. But she's not going to miss you. And she definitely would never end up with you, even if you stayed here.”
“Yeah, whatever, buddy,” I said, already searching the crowd for Gretchen's return. As if she sensed my need for her presence, she suddenly materialized at my side, looking between Lino and me.
“Is everything okay?” she asked slowly.
“Yeah, yeah, just chatting a little with your beau,” Lino said, giving her a charming smile. “But I have to go bother Madge for her pineapple cake recipe; you know, she still hasn't given it to me, after all these years!”
Gretchen laughed, but the second Lino walked off, she turned concerned eyes on me. “Is everything okay?” she asked. “Things seemed a little tense.”
“It's fine,” I snapped, wishing she would quit asking me that. Something about being around Gretchen and her ex had me on edge. I was working on being less volatile, but I still had a tiger inside of me. It was insecurity. The need to be front and center, and Lino being there left me feeling a little less than. It was fucking with me. Badly. “He just wanted to chat. It wasn't anything important.” As much as I wanted to play it off, it was important.
Maybe I’d made a mistake by being with her, starting to fall for her. My fight or flight kicked into gear and I knew I was in trouble. Fuck me.
“Maybe we should go,” Gretchen said slowly, putting a hand on my arm. “Seriously, Christian, I don't care about the luau; it's just any other luau. At the end of the night, I'm just happy to have you.”
I shook her hand off my arm. “You don't have me,” I snarled. “We were never doing anything more than just having fun, Gretchen, you know that. It could never be anything more. You wouldn't survive a day in New York, and me? I could never do this.” I gave a sharp gesture around to the people at the luau. “You all spend your days not doing anything; I could never do that. You don't have me, Gretchen. I'm going back to New York.”
Gretchen looked shocked, with one of her hands up over her mouth, and there were tears in her eyes as well. I knew we had to be making a bit of a scene, but I couldn't find it in me to care. Better that this whole thing ended in flames, that there was nothing to come back to, because if I left myself something to come back to, who knew what I might do once I reached New York.
I needed to get my head back into things, to be the cool and uncaring real estate exec. My vacation was over.
“You're leaving already?” Gretchen asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“Yeah,” I snapped. “I've got my tickets booked and everything.” I glanced around, definitely not in the mood for more drinking and socializing and fireworks. There was no magic left in this luau, not for me. “I should go.”
“I drove you,” Gretchen said, even though it must have pained her to even offer to take me back.
“I'll call a cab,” I said shortly. “Has to be someone working tonight, despite the fact that most of you seem to lack any sort of work ethic.”
I was being needlessly cruel to her, and I knew that. Maybe she didn't work in a white-collar profession, but I knew how hard she worked. And Mina as well, and so many other people who I had met around the island.
But if I was going to burn bridges, I needed to do it spectacularly. Gretchen was too nice, and I knew that if I only did things halfway, she'd still find it in herself to take me back.
Even now, she reached for my arm, trying to plead with me, but I brushed her away and stalked off, refusing to look back. I was all the way on the road before I was able to draw in a deep breath, and I realized that I was shaking all over. It felt like I'd just run a marathon or something, and I couldn't remember the last time I had had this depth of feeling for anything. Even George had never been able to incite this much passion in me.
It took everything I had not to look back, even though I knew that by now, Gretchen would have melted into the crowd to be comforted by Mina, her friends.
Lino. Fuck.
I swallowed hard against a flash of jealousy. But there was nothing I could do about that. If Lino won her back, then he won her back. It wasn't like I'd ever know, one way or the other. I was never g
oing to be able to come back here, and I definitely wasn't going to be able to keep in contact with any of them. Even Mark would hate me if he knew what I had just done.
I sat down on the curb to wait for my taxi, putting my head down in my hands. I had done exactly what I had to do. But God did it hurt.
Chapter Thirty
Gretchen
I woke up early on January 1st, after a night of fitful sleep interspersed with bouts of tears. Fortunately, I didn't have any appointments for that day, although maybe it would have been better to have appointments and to keep myself busy.