“Give me a break, Wyatt, I’ve beat your ass before and I can do it again. But don't worry, I won’t contact the ho again. I was just looking out for you.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” And I hung up. My blood had started to boil and I was furious. I fought the urge to let him get to me, but deep down not only was I mad at my brother, but also that Breigh hadn’t told me the entire story. That hit me in the gut.
I had sworn after April I wasn't going to let another woman in, and I had started to weaken. Now I had to make myself clear from the get-go. Not only had I fallen in love with her, but also she had started to give me hope again, peace even.
Sadly, I should have known it was too good to be true.
BREIGH
I pulled up to my house from the grocery store, seeing Grammy and Wyatt sitting on my front porch. I had dropped Grammy off earlier and ran to get a few things.
I got butterflies thinking about hugging him and feeling his touch again. He had really given me a bright light to look forward to, a sparkle I hadn't had in my eye. I had hoped that he wasn't still analyzing what had occurred with Cash calling me.
As I got closer, the look on his face was disappointment. Normally he had a smile on his face, or a grin that showed his teeth charmingly.
“Hey, Wyatt.” I moved closer to hug him and he returned it, but not with the welcoming arms I had expected, his usual. He was hesitant and uncomfortable. Tense and standoffish.
I handed the small paper bag to Grammy and she walked inside.
“Something wrong?” I gave us a little distance and looked in his eyes for the answer.
“You told me you talked to Cash?”
“Yes, I told you I did. He said I wasn't good enough for you. I told you everything he said.”
“You didn't tell me the entire conversation though.”
‘Yes, I did.”
“You didn't tell me why he thought you weren’t good enough, not entirely.”
“I told you. He said because of your family’s money.”
His eyes stayed on mine and hadn’t moved. I saw hurt in them and I searched them trying to figure out what I had done wrong. This couldn’t be happening.
“Do you remember me asking you if there was anyone else?”
“Yes, Wyatt, and there isn’t.”
“What about in Kellye Joe’s parking lot? The night after I came up and met you.”
“Oh God.” I rolled me eyes. This was ridiculous.
“That night?”
“You kissed another guy? And you never even told me. I thought we…I thought you were entirely someone else.”
“What does that mean? I have never lied to you.” The tears were starting to build up in my eyes and the lump in my throat.
“You just omitted information.” He turned as if to saying nothing else. He was done talking.
“You aren't even going to listen to my side? You are just going to walk away? After what we have now?”
“We don't have anything worth keeping if you are lying to me.”
He continued walking to his truck.
“Please don't do this, Wyatt… We did not kiss! It was my ex and I pushed him away from me. It was nothing. I love you.”
He didn't stop. He acted as if I was of nothing to him. He acted like a teen throwing a fit, but I knew in my heart this was so much more.
I watched as he got in and drove off, not looking back at me, not caring what my expression would be, not caring at all.
Maybe he was right. If he couldn't believe me or care to hear my side, things weren't any better with him than they were with Alan.
He discarded me just like every other man in my life.
But this time it gutted me.
I stood at the screen door crying, trying to gain composure before entering to talk to Grammy and tell her what a fool I was.
Closing up the office for Mr. Anderson’s was harder than expected. I had spent so much time for the last six years here that I didn't know what to do with myself. Come to find out, Frank had COPD and had developed emphysema. He had started to wear oxygen 24/7 and still struggled. It was bittersweet knowing I would be moving on to something else, but I also wished sometimes things could stay the same. Moving outside of my comfort zone was never a sure thing, a risk I didn't exactly like to take.
Earlier today, Emma had called me to let me know about the exciting night she planned. She had stood by me, listening to me break down about Wyatt, but I had to pick myself up at this point.
Two weeks had passed and he hadn't returned a call, or attempted to make amends. I couldn't and wouldn't try again. This was on him.
Apparently Cash had decided he wanted to take Emma out now and would be in town later today. I bit my tongue, keeping my thoughts to myself, because her voice said everything I needed to know. I needed to be supportive of her. It was her mistake to make.
I wanted to surprise her with dropping off my dress that she loved. It was one of those dresses I had always had good luck with. She had worn it twice and had the same good luck.
When I pulled up to her condo, she was finishing her shower and still wrapped in a towel when she opened her door. I held up the dress, accompanied with a smile and she screeched.
“I can't believe you brought it! I was back and forth with what I was going to wear, but I didn't want to ask since I know how you feel about him…plus
