“She’s a little spitfire,” he said, his mouth curling into a genuine smile. “Five, but ready to take on the world.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed a button at the side of the cell, making the screensaver pop up. “This is her.”
I looked at the picture, feeling my own mouth tip up. She was cute as hell with her dimples and dark curls. “She looks like your mom.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes on the picture. “Her name’s Vienna. I named her after the sweetest, strongest girl I ever met.”
Maybe I should have felt touched or humbled. Instead, a cold anger fluttered through me. This fucker had dumped me, disappeared from my life, shit all over a friendship I’d cherished … and he’d named his kid after me? What in the everloving fuck had gone through his head?
“You don’t think it’s messed up—not to mention seriously unfair to her and to her mother—that you named your daughter after your ex-girlfriend?” I asked.
“Ex-fiancée,” he corrected. Rubbing at his brow, he sighed. “I guess I didn’t really see it that way. I just … Part of me wanted to honor you. A lot of people tried to put me down, told me I’d never get anywhere in life. You always supported and encouraged me, always told me to ignore those assholes. You’d say I could do and be whatever I wanted. You didn’t even yell at me when I broke off the engagement.”
I shrugged. “I figured it just wasn’t meant to be.”
“What if you’re wrong? What if it was meant to be and I just forgot that for a while?”
He could not be serious. “Owen—”
“For me, you’re the one that got away, Vee. It sounds cliché, I know, but it’s true. Seeing you again … it just brought everything back. You still care for me. I know you do.”
“No, Owen, I really don’t.”
He smiled. “Yes, you do. And I still care for you. You can’t know how many times you popped into my head over the years. Hell, I even thought about you on my own damn wedding day.” He shoved a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have thrown away what we had. It was by far the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I’m so sorry I hurt you. It won’t happen again. If you give me another chance—”
“I’m seeing someone,” I blurted out.
He stilled, his eyes flickering. “Seeing someone?”
“Yes.” It might have been a fake relationship, but I was still spoken for. And if I didn’t state now that I was taken and he later heard I was dating Dane, it would seem weird to Owen that I didn’t mention it.
He blinked rapidly. “Well, it can’t be serious. You don’t live with him. You’re not with him on a Saturday evening.”
“I’m meeting him later, which is why you really need to go.” I pushed to my feet. “I have to get ready.”
He stood slowly, watching my face closely. “Does he make you happy?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes.”
His eyes narrowed just a little. “I don’t think that’s true. Call it a gut feeling.”
“Believe what you want,” I said, crossing to the door. I opened it wide. “It was nice to see you again, Owen. I wish you well, I do. But I need you to leave, and I’d rather you didn’t come back. The past is better off left where it belongs—far behind us.”
Seconds ticked by as he stared at me, saying nothing. Then, finally, he strode out of the apartment. “I’m not giving up, Vee,” he said just as I was about to close the door. “I fucked up once before. I know what I lost. I won’t lose it again.” Then he was gone.
Cursing under my breath, I shut the door, wishing I hadn’t answered it in the first place.
Was l moved by his declaration? No. Not in the slightest.
It wasn’t that I was an unforgiving person. I didn’t hold grudges or refuse to accept apologies. But if a person ever sincerely screwed me over, it was like a mental wall slammed up between us. I didn’t purposely put it there. It just happened. It was a self-defense mechanism, I supposed. It had protected me from my foster sister’s hurtful words and actions for a long time.
A wall had popped up between Owen and me when he broke off the engagement, talking like I’d somehow conned him into proposing to me against his better judgement. He’d said he needed to concentrate on