engaged to your ex. And I’m pretty sure they aren’t asking you to make blueprints for their future house,” I choked. I was becoming emotional again.
He pulled off the highway and stopped the car. He turned to look at me again. “I’m sorry you have to go through all of that, but you don’t have to draw blueprints for them. Do you want me to do it?” He was being sincere.
If Tyler did the blueprints, Ashlynn would be all over him and right in front of Connor. I wouldn’t want him to see that, and I especially didn’t want Ashlynn anywhere near Tyler, no matter what our status was.
“Becca, please stop looking so sad. I can’t take it.”
Tears started to flow down my cheeks. “You can’t say those types of things to me.”
Tentatively, he reached over for my hand. His skin felt so good on mine. I wanted him to hold me, to tell me everything was going to disappear, and I could forget about at least a quarter of my past. He flexed his hand under mine, trying to get me to grasp his. I gave in and gave him a little squeeze. He breathed deeply and slowly and brought the back of his hand to my face. Still holding my hand, he said, “I can’t help it, I care about you, and I want you to know that someone cares about you.”
I leaned into our hands. “Tyler, I can’t have any more people in my life who are ashamed of me.”
“I could never be ashamed of you,” he murmured. His sincerity made my eyes water even more. “I’m too afraid I could lose you.”
“I don’t understand.”
He sighed, contemplating something in his head. Suddenly his face went blank. He lowered our hands from my face and turned in his seat to start the car. Quickly taking his hand away from mine to start the car, he pulled back onto the highway. He reached for my hand again, but I pulled it away.
“Can’t I hold your hand?”
“No.”
Chapter 7
The rest of the car ride was silent. Surprisingly my phone didn’t go off again. With my luck, my mother would have called. Tyler dropped me off at my condo, taking my bag from the trunk of his car and walked me to the elevator. I couldn’t even look at him.
“I can take it from here. Thanks for the ride,” I grumbled.
“Of course,” he said quickly. “Have a good weekend.”
“Yeah, you too,” I muttered.
The second I walked in the door Jamie greeted me with a glass of wine. I took it gratefully and dropped my bag on the floor.
“I don’t know about you, but Florida is looking more and more tempting to run back to,” Jamie said, taking a swig of her wine.
I laughed for the first time all day. “Yeah, I might have to agree with you. Working, successful men are way more complicated than club man whores.”
“So I take it the lovely Tyler came along on your trip?”
“Yep.” I gulped my wine.
“And…?”
“And… he is a bigger basket case then I am. God Jamie, he is so confusing. One minute he seems all into me then the next he is distant. He told me we wouldn’t work out, but then wanted to hold my hand the whole way home,” I said into my wine.
“Hold your hand? What is he 14?” She squinted.
“Yeah, he may want to hold hands a lot, but he is one hell of a kisser,” it escaped my mouth before I could stop it.
“Wait, you kissed him?!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch, urging me to continue on.
I took another large swig of my wine. Boy did it taste good. “Yeah, we walked on the beach to the pier last night. We sat out under the moon and talked then I reached for his hand and he freaked out at first. But then he jumped up and grabbed my hand, quite tightly.” I drank more wine. “It was like he was holding onto me for dear life, like someone was going to push him off the pier or something. Anyway, we got back to the hotel, he kissed me hardcore, but didn’t touch me. He just held my hands. It was kind of hot
He pulled off the highway and stopped the car. He turned to look at me again. “I’m sorry you have to go through all of that, but you don’t have to draw blueprints for them. Do you want me to do it?” He was being sincere.
If Tyler did the blueprints, Ashlynn would be all over him and right in front of Connor. I wouldn’t want him to see that, and I especially didn’t want Ashlynn anywhere near Tyler, no matter what our status was.
“Becca, please stop looking so sad. I can’t take it.”
Tears started to flow down my cheeks. “You can’t say those types of things to me.”
Tentatively, he reached over for my hand. His skin felt so good on mine. I wanted him to hold me, to tell me everything was going to disappear, and I could forget about at least a quarter of my past. He flexed his hand under mine, trying to get me to grasp his. I gave in and gave him a little squeeze. He breathed deeply and slowly and brought the back of his hand to my face. Still holding my hand, he said, “I can’t help it, I care about you, and I want you to know that someone cares about you.”
I leaned into our hands. “Tyler, I can’t have any more people in my life who are ashamed of me.”
“I could never be ashamed of you,” he murmured. His sincerity made my eyes water even more. “I’m too afraid I could lose you.”
“I don’t understand.”
He sighed, contemplating something in his head. Suddenly his face went blank. He lowered our hands from my face and turned in his seat to start the car. Quickly taking his hand away from mine to start the car, he pulled back onto the highway. He reached for my hand again, but I pulled it away.
“Can’t I hold your hand?”
“No.”
Chapter 7
The rest of the car ride was silent. Surprisingly my phone didn’t go off again. With my luck, my mother would have called. Tyler dropped me off at my condo, taking my bag from the trunk of his car and walked me to the elevator. I couldn’t even look at him.
“I can take it from here. Thanks for the ride,” I grumbled.
“Of course,” he said quickly. “Have a good weekend.”
“Yeah, you too,” I muttered.
The second I walked in the door Jamie greeted me with a glass of wine. I took it gratefully and dropped my bag on the floor.
“I don’t know about you, but Florida is looking more and more tempting to run back to,” Jamie said, taking a swig of her wine.
I laughed for the first time all day. “Yeah, I might have to agree with you. Working, successful men are way more complicated than club man whores.”
“So I take it the lovely Tyler came along on your trip?”
“Yep.” I gulped my wine.
“And…?”
“And… he is a bigger basket case then I am. God Jamie, he is so confusing. One minute he seems all into me then the next he is distant. He told me we wouldn’t work out, but then wanted to hold my hand the whole way home,” I said into my wine.
“Hold your hand? What is he 14?” She squinted.
“Yeah, he may want to hold hands a lot, but he is one hell of a kisser,” it escaped my mouth before I could stop it.
“Wait, you kissed him?!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch, urging me to continue on.
I took another large swig of my wine. Boy did it taste good. “Yeah, we walked on the beach to the pier last night. We sat out under the moon and talked then I reached for his hand and he freaked out at first. But then he jumped up and grabbed my hand, quite tightly.” I drank more wine. “It was like he was holding onto me for dear life, like someone was going to push him off the pier or something. Anyway, we got back to the hotel, he kissed me hardcore, but didn’t touch me. He just held my hands. It was kind of hot
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