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300 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 8, 2017
“Don’t, honey. We have to talk.”
“Things have changed for me, Whitney. I think this has been coming for a while.”
“Fair enough. I want to settle down and have kids.”
“I’ve found someone else I think I can build a future with.”
“What?” “I’ve met another woman.” His face reddened as if he knew he’d done something wrong.
“Angela Grimes.” Dark brows rose. “How did you know?” The expression on Angela’s face when she sat gazing up at Max in the classroom that day at Rowley. How she answered his phone the night over Thanksgiving break, when Max hadn’t come to the Marino Thanksgiving. And where had he gone Christmas Eve when they’d all been invited to the White House party?
“And now you want to end our relationship?” “As it’s been, yes. I want more in my life.”
“I said I was in love with you. Romantically.”
She left. Max stood staring at the door. He hadn’t expected her reaction.
...text. From Angela Grimes. She’d given him a month to decide what to do about Whitney.
Oh, God, that made him feel more like a heel. That he’d shared with Angie what he was going to do to Whitney, the woman who’d been his best friend and pretty much the center of personal life for years.
Could he have been any more condescending? He’d treated her like a child. She told him she loved him, as a woman loved a man, and he rejected her outright.
A brief flash of panic on her face. “No, I can’t. Don’t ask me to listen to why you picked another woman again.”
“Damn it, Whitney, I want you in my life.” Even as she clung to him, clutched his shirt, she said, “I can’t be anymore. Go to Angela. Get what you need from her.”
“I can’t operate that way. I’ve been in your life for years.” “You have no choice in this part, Max, like I had no choice in your decision. None at all.”
Max glanced up when Angela Grimes entered the café on the ground floor of the Secret Service Building. They’d agreed to meet for lunch.
“Of course I am. I’m devastated.” “Then why did you break off your relationship? Start one with me?”
“So, come over to my house tonight. We’ll celebrate.”
Standing, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
He saw Whitney, seated facing them, a broken cup on the table in front of her and a look of betrayal on her face.
“No, actually, not even now. He broke the relationship off without even consulting me. He met someone else.”
Gently, he moved Angie back, took her glass and put both his and hers on the table. Then stood. Held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s make love.” This would be for the best; he knew it in his mind, even if his heart hadn’t quite caught up yet.
She’d made the setting perfect. But to Max, the room was cloying. Closing his eyes, he sighed. “I know,” Angie said, moving in. “Me, too. Finally, us together.”
With that he dressed hurriedly, then turned to her. “Again, I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time.”
“Couldn’t what?” “Couldn’t get it up.”
By then, he and Angie might be married, have a child on the way. The thought satisfied him, even as the notion of having Whitney completely out of his life sliced him to the core.
“Besides, do you actually think I’d get together with you even if I was pregnant, even if I wanted it, after what has happened between you and Angela behind my back?” “You’re talking like a wronged lover. We were friends with benefits!”
He’d dumped her, yet was trying to control her life.
...seeing Angie’s proprietary manner with Max had made her heart twist into knots and her stomach do the same.
She was frustrated with his doubt. He’d made a decision about her life, and now she was dealing with the fallout. It was too much to ask.
“What about Angela?” He called Angie by her formal name, as Whitney did. “She’s suffering, too. We…couldn’t be intimate. Because of me.” “I’m surprised you tried so soon.” “She called it tearing off the Band-Aid.”
“Angie won’t like that.” “You’ve led her to believe you could make a life with her.” “I thought I could.”
She lifted her hands and let them fall to her thighs. “You can’t be serious. Do you have any idea what agony you’re putting Whitney and me through?”
“You should have thought of this before you started anything with me!”
“I can’t believe we’re together like this after what I did.” “We decided to be as normal as possible. Besides, I don’t want to dwell on that. I’ve already forgiven you.”
“Fuck it, Max, that makes this worse. Do you love the other woman?” “No, we liked each other, wanted the same things in life.” “It sounds more like a business agreement than a relationship.”
“A strong woman like you let him come back?”
“I believe both of you. Again, make this work. Your relationship came at great cost to me.” She turned and walked away.