31. Henri
Chapter 31
Henri
I let his calls go to voicemail. It’s safer. I think. Part of me doesn’t trust that I won’t go back to him. Even after Ms. Gertie and I talked during our tea dates a few days ago about what keeps her from feeling lonely, it hasn’t stopped me from having small regrets.
Things were good sometimes.
Good with Nathan is still worse than bad with Deacon. My wolf protests.
Glutton for punishment, I read the transcript of Nathan’s voicemail again.
Nathan:
Hey, Henri, it’s me. I wish you’d return my calls. I’ve been thinking about you. A lot. I miss you. I don’t care what the guys said about you. I think you’re probably the best woman for me.
It started out so sweet. I always thought it didn’t bother me that Nathan’s friends didn’t like me, but I should have known. My friends, when we were still speaking, didn’t like him. His friends have never liked me. If I had been strong enough then to know and realize...
Opening the photo gallery on my phone, I look back at the memories of Nathan and me. There aren’t many. He always was so stubborn about taking pictures with me. With his friends, he has dozens of them.
My wolf points out the obvious with a sharp bite in my inner thoughts. It’s because he didn’t want to be seen with us.
If that’s true, though, why is he working so hard to get me back? Why does he keep calling?