Just One Scandal (The Kingston Family #2) -Carly Phillips Page 0,62

thought he’d be a safe choice. A man who wouldn’t cheat like Dad did.” She couldn’t contain the snort that escaped. “Clearly I was wrong about that. Just like I was wrong in trying to keep my life choices risk free.”

She glanced up at her family, who stared at her and just listened, something she appreciated. “Since Owen dumped me on my wedding day, I’ve done my best to understand myself and my choices and decide what I want for the future. And Beck was there, helping and encouraging me every step of the way. I know exactly what I feel for him, and I know that it’s real. He just doesn’t return my feelings.”

“He told you that?” Linc asked.

She sniffed and nodded.

“Did he say he didn’t love you?” he pushed.

She shook her head. “He said he won’t ever fall in love or get married. He’s afraid of losing someone the way he lost his sister, and that’s not something I can change. Now instead of revisiting my humiliation, I think I’m going to take a walk.”

“Want company?” Xander asked.

She glanced at him, surprised. He didn’t like the city streets, the noise, or the clusters of people. “Sure. That would be great.” With Xander, she could walk in silence and think. Her brother wasn’t the type to talk for the sake of filling the silence.

She turned to Linc and Jordan. “Thank you for coming over. Just give me some time, okay?” She needed to lick her wounds in private, and though Linc never meant to push, that was his nature.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you were unhappy with your job and that I didn’t give you what you needed creatively.” Linc pulled her into a hug. “I owe Beck something for encouraging you. But I’d like to kill him for hurting you.”

She laughed. “Let’s go back to you two keeping a respectful distance. I think that suits everyone much better than any interaction between you.”

“Sure.” He stepped back and took Jordan’s hand. “Ready?”

She nodded. “Call me if you want to talk,” Chloe’s soon-to-be sister-in-law said.

“I will.”

Chloe spent the day with her brother, but she couldn’t get Beck out of her mind.

* * *

Beck sat at his desk, staring at the closed door he knew wouldn’t be opening so Chloe could pop her head in. He’d left her at the apartment this morning, walking out early so they could avoid an awkward morning. He wasn’t sure why he thought going home tonight would be any easier, but oh, well. He’d just have to face her then.

They’d go back to being roommates and friends, if they could get past the uncomfortable fact that they’d slept together and she’d admitted to having feelings for him he just could not handle.

He groaned and buried himself in work, calls, meetings, anything he could do not to think. By three p.m., he headed over to the hospital to see his father in person. He’d already checked in this morning and midday. Despite normal post-operative pain and issues, his dad seemed to be in an upbeat mood and was trying to recuperate fast by doing everything the doctors instructed. He wanted out of the hospital ASAP. Not that Beck blamed him.

Not wanting to tire his father out, Beck didn’t stay long, but the doctors said he was supposed to go home Monday if he had a restful weekend with no issues. And they should have biopsy results by the end of next week. He pushed that thought away and headed home.

Braced for a discussion of some kind, he entered the loft, which seemed strangely quiet. The lights inside were off, which was unusual considering Chloe tended to sit in the big family room with the lamps on so she could read.

Hoping like hell she hadn’t retreated to her room, he put his phone on the credenza and walked down the hall. Her door was open but her lights were also off.

His gut churning, he looked inside. The room was empty. Devoid of the perfume she kept on the dresser, the bottle of water on the nightstand, and other odds and ends he’d gotten used to seeing there. He stepped into what he’d come to think of as Chloe’s room and opened each dresser drawer, finding one after the other empty. And though he knew what he’d find, he checked the closet anyway. Everything that belonged to her was gone.

“Fuck.” He lowered himself onto the bed and ran a hand through his hair. Had he really expected her