Chapter 54
fifty-four
I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on Graham’s conversation, but I did it anyway.
While I toss and turn in his bed, I replay the pieces I overheard. Something about pictures? A girl Graham doesn’t like. A girl from his past he has to call now.
I hate how much I care .
I never wanted to date anyone because I’ve never wanted to deal with feeling the way I did the moment I heard him mention her—jittery from jealousy and squeamish from suspicion, with an ache pounding where my heart should be.
He never told me why he lost his ever-loving mind and decked his own dad in public. I couldn’t bring myself to push for the information after watching him get sick, but I also suspect there are a lot of things he’s hiding.
Why won’t he just tell me? He tells me everything else… doesn’t he?
Dios mío .
What if there’s more?
When I think about the tender way Graham holds me, the way he gazes into my eyes… I don’t want to believe it.
But he didn’t tell me about his brother’s addiction. And he went back on our plan for dinner with his father without even discussing it with me.
Then, I heard him agree to meet up with Grayson. Tomorrow .
Do I really want Graham to risk my job by telling my boss about our relationship when he can’t even be upfront with me? Am I really willing to keep him if it means losing everything else?
I roll back and forth for hours, frustrated and heartsick. It isn’t until well after three a.m. that I realize: Graham never came to bed at all.