Love Like Her (Against All Odds #3) - Claudia Y. Burgoa Page 0,69

“Listen, Richard and I have been talking. As I told you earlier, we’re trying to patch things up.”

“I’m glad, but are you sure that’s what you want to do?” I ask, not because I’m interested in her.

Fuck, all it took is for Olivia to step back into my life for me to come to my senses. This is it. We’re going to stop living in some alternate reality. I’ll convince her that we belong together. That I need her in my life—forever. We’re soulmates. The reason we met is because she’s always been part of my life. Because my heart has always been hers.

“Yes. I do, because I love him.”

“Then, I’m happy for you two.”

“But here’s the thing. He feels threatened by our friendship. I don’t think we should see—”

I chuckle because I know where this is going. “You are breaking up with me.”

“Not necessarily.”

I smile and ask, “It’s yes, but you don’t want to do it. What do you want me to say?”

“I… I don’t know. We’ve been friends for eighteen years. It’s going to be hard not to have you in my life, but it makes sense. I thought that maybe someday we’d end up together. He knows it,” she whispers the last three words.

“But we were meant to be just friends. A friend once told me that people come into your life for a reason. Maybe I came to yours so you could meet Richard.”

Her eyes look watery. This is pretty messed up, but I really understand his request. “Well, I just wanted you to know why—”

“It’s all good.”

“Can I ask you something? Did you ever think of me as more than a friend?”

Persy and Nyx were on point too. I was feeling lonely. All because Liv was too far.

“If we had gotten together, it’d have been because we felt alone and not because of love,” I respond.

“This is what I like about you, your honesty. Can you tell me about Olivia, the wedding planner?”

“What about her?”

“She’s someone special to you,” she states. “Isn’t she?”

I nod and say, “Take care, Misty.”

“You too, Eros.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Olivia

The doorbell rings. When I check the camera, I see Eros bending over and then walking away. I wait for a couple of seconds before opening the door. A small white box and a takeout bag lay on the doorstep. I’m tempted to ignore them. I don’t. I pick them up, curious about what he left. I set them on the dining table, staring at them for several minutes.

Opening them feels like I’m accepting his apology. I don’t know if I want to see him ever again. But then, I miss him so much. I decide to open the bag first. There’s an item wrapped in tinfoil with a post-it on top.

I’m sure this isn’t as good as the ones you prepare. Have I ever told you grilled cheese sandwiches are my favorite? They remind me of you.

Eros

P.S. I’m not a big fan of chicken noodle soup, but I added it because they always go together.

The only times I’ve cried as an adult were when Dad had a heart attack and Mom was going through surgery and chemotherapy. Who knew that a sandwich would make me sob just as much? There are too many emotions spinning through my heart and my head. Love comes easy for me. Loving one person and not knowing what to expect is scary. Maybe it’s one of the reasons why I never wanted to discuss anything serious with Eros.

So what if he doesn’t love Misty? That doesn’t mean much. I can’t continue hoping that we’ll see each other and then lose him again. Not that he’s mine to lose in the first place. When I open the white box, there’s an assortment of cupcakes. The note is on the lid.

I couldn’t find cronuts. The best I could come up with were cupcakes. I’ll drop off some cronuts tomorrow morning.

E.

P.S. It’s never goodbye between us.

“Then what is it, Eros Brassard? You never stay!”

I hate to cry. These aren’t sad tears. They are angry, frustrated, enraged tears. I’m confused by how I feel. Why didn’t I realize that I love him? When did I give him my heart? I bet he doesn’t even care about it. According to Eros, I’m still the same stupid kid he saved at the airport.

“They call me ‘airport girl!’”

His stupid text means nothing to me. He’s sorry? Sorry about what?

I call Holly. How dare she give him my address? It wasn’t enough that I told her