Not About Love (This Love Book 2) by Hilaria Alexander Page A

other students—but now I was all alone, discovering a foreign city, and the need for him was almost unbearable.
    The subject line just had my name.
    I opened it up, impatient to read what he had to say.
     
    Ally,
    It pains me to write you this email.
    I know I’ve talked about our future and made you a lot of promises, but things have changed. It was silly and irrational of me to discuss marriage with you when we’re both so young.
    I’ve done some thinking, and I don’t think I can commit to what we talked about before you left. Part of the reason is that I’m not going to be at Georgetown any more.
    I got an acceptance letter from Harvard Law. As you know, I was on their waiting list. I already submitted all the necessary paperwork for my enrollment.
    I’m sorry, I know this is sudden.
    It’s killing me to break things off like this.
    I wish I could give you a proper goodbye.
    I’m moving out of our apartment this weekend. Don’t worry, rent is covered until September.
    I hope you’re having a fantastic time in London.
    Take care of yourself.
    I know you’ll make a wonderful attorney.
     
    Goodbye,
    Shane
     
    I read the email three times…and then I burst into a fit of laughter.
    It was far too ridiculous to be true. It had to be a joke.
    He was kidding me. He was trying to prank me. He loved the show Punk’d —in fact, he talked all the time about pulling off some epic prank.
    I knew it. I could feel it.
    He was tricking me. Typical Shane. Georgetown’s jokester.
    The bastard wanted me to flip, shit my pants, and believe his joke.
    For a moment, I almost believed it was real, though. I was going to give him an earful! I read and reread the email.
    The more I read it, the less funny I found it.
    Eventually, I didn’t find it funny at all. I kept reading the email over and over.
    Was it really a joke?
    If so, it was a tasteless joke.
    Was he serious?
    He could not possibly be serious, could he? My throat suddenly went dry, and my heart started racing in my chest. I downed the rest of the iced coffee I’d ordered.
    I started writing him an email, but then decided the situation required an international phone call. Yeah, my parents were going to kill me for the roaming charges, but whatever. I needed to hear his voice and I knew if I could just get to talk to him, I would feel a lot better. Maybe I’d even let him call me gullible.
    The Harvard thing had to be part of the joke…but what if it was true?
    Even if we weren’t both going to be at Georgetown, it shouldn’t have mattered. I knew he loved me. We could survive the distance. Our love was not a flickering flame. It was the real deal…or so I thought. Doubt started seeping into my chest, and my head started spinning. None of this made sense. This was not the same guy I had left teary and nostalgic at the airport a few weeks before.
    A tear rolled down my cheek. I felt like I was stuck in a bad dream. I needed to know this wasn’t true. I needed to know this was a careless, cruel joke. In a few weeks, I’d make him pay for it.
    I refused to believe my world was spiraling out of control.
    This wasn’t happening to me while I was on the other side of the world and could do nothing about it.
    I still had another session of classes in London. I wasn’t going back to the US for another twenty days.
    Twenty days.
    I wasn’t going to give up on what I had gone there for, but…twenty days. It meant I wasn’t going to be able to talk to him face to face for three weeks. I needed to fix this.
    Right now .
    I knew we could fix this. I’d assure him things were going to be fine. Still, what in the hell had gotten into him? I couldn’t understand.
    My panic turned into anger. I needed to make the phone call right then.
    I needed to hear his voice.
    I reached my hotel and went up to my room. I fell on the bed, suddenly nervous. I stared at the printout of his email, trying to convince myself it was just a stupid joke.
    I grabbed my phone and stared at