Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Kate
I closed and locked the door, then switched off the lights.
When I heard his truck pull away, I walked through the house and stepped out to the front porch.
The night was cold and clear, stars blazed in the sky, surf pounded in the distance.
It should have been beautiful. I sat down heavily on the top step, the will to move draining out of me.
Chaucer lay down next to me, leaning into my side. I wove my fingers through his fur. “Who does that? Who gets all sweet and romantic, making a person think she’s understood and cared for, and then dumps her, citing an imagined slight from childhood? Men suck.”
I rested my temple on the top of his head.
“I thought I loved him, Chaucer.” I remembered Aiden’s arms around me, the tenderness in his eyes, the kisses he trailed down my neck.
No . I clenched my fingers in Chaucer’s fur.
I wasn’t going to think about that jackhole anymore.
He made his choice. He chose his hurt over me.
I wanted to sob. Instead, I stood and walked back into the house, locking the door behind me.
I climbed the stairs. “I got rid of two men in one day. At least I’m becoming more efficient.”
After he dropped me off, Bear talked to Connor about the Bronco sitting out in front of his house. Connor didn’t drive anymore. He tried to give it to me, but I said it was only a loan. And then thanked him profusely. At least I had a ride now that fit Chaucer and me.
I walked into the bedroom, Chaucer following me. “Our lives are filled with good things.” I hugged my baby. “Let’s get some shut-eye. Lots to do tomorrow!”
When I turned out the light and climbed into bed, the tears finally came. Hidden in the dark, I allowed myself to mourn for what could have been. I loved him, but I’d get over it. Eventually.