Chapter 37
thirty-seven
. . .
Jensen
Connor:At the club and look what I found.
The text is followed by a picture. I can make out Taylor and Marco, and a few others but the one I am focused on is Brynn. I click on the picture and enlarge it to cut out everyone but her.
I miss her.
Leaning back on the couch I find myself smiling just as my phone vibrates with another incoming message.
Connor: There is a whiskey waiting for you at the bar. Stop sulking and come get your girl!
I read his message and then read it again.
Hitting the phone icon next to his name I lift it to my ear and wait for him to answer. “I said get over here, not call me.” He chuckles and the music in the background makes it hard to hear him clearly.
“Have you talked to her?”
“Nope.” Connor says something to someone, sounding as though he is covering the other end of the phone. “Taylor says she’s faking badly.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Just get your ass up off the couch and come over here.”
“She made it clear that she wanted things this way.”
“Since when are you a quitter?” he asks. “Listen,” it sounds like he steps away from the music as I can hear him more clearly, “that day at your place, emotions were high. Times passed and all I’m saying is you’ve got a chance here. Let go of the hurt and the fucking pride and get your ass here. Tell her what you want, make yourself clear and in the end if you both walk away alone, at least you can fucking say you gave it your all. Or stay home and wonder what if, I don’t care, the choice is yours.” Connor ends the call and I sit on my couch, finishing the last of my beer.
Looking back down at the image on my phone I close the window and look around the cold space of my apartment. Then without another wasted minute I stand and get my ass ready to go after what I want the most.
Brynn.