Mason Wolfe (Wolfe Brothers #3) - Sandi Lynn Page 0,11
you?” she spoke in a harsh tone.
“No. My apartment building burnt down. That night Olivia was brought to the ER, she lived down the hall from me. I lost everything that night in the fire. Pretty much my entire life was reduced to ashes.”
“Oh. I’m sorry about that.” She looked up at me. “But you have your family you can stay with. I have nobody. I just moved here, and I have nowhere else to go except some damn hotel for god knows how long.”
“I’m not living with my family. I’m staying here, in MY apartment I’ve waited for, for the last six months. I’m sorry they screwed you, but that’s not my problem.”
“I know exactly what this is and why you’re doing this.”
“Enlighten me, please.”
“You’re using this as revenge against me because I wouldn’t go out with you.”
“HA!” I laughed. “Is that what you really think? I don’t do revenge, Sara. I’m not leaving because this place is rightfully mine.”
Chapter 10
Sara
“Rightfully yours?” I stood up. “Who the hell do you think you are? Oh wait. That’s right. The great Captain Mason Wolfe who saves children from burning buildings.”
“Wow.” He stood there with a narrowed eye. “I am so happy I dodged that bullet.”
“What bullet?”
“You. I’m happy you turned me down for a drink. Because in all honesty, I don’t even want to get to know a person like you. For a doctor, you sure as hell aren’t caring or compassionate.”
Ouch.
I wanted to scream at him, lash out, but I didn’t. He had no idea what I was going through. I could feel the sting in my eyes as the tears came to the surface. I turned away from him and stared out the window because I couldn’t let him see me cry. He was wrong about me. I was caring and compassionate. I was just angry. Angry about this whole mess I was in. I didn’t want to move to New York, but I didn’t have a choice. I was doing the right thing and somehow, it seemed to bite me in the ass.
“You’re just going to stand there and not say anything?”
“I’m sorry for what I said. The apartment is yours,” I spoke without turning to face him.
Wiping the tear that fell down my cheek, I walked over to where my suitcases sat, grabbed them and my purse and headed towards the door.
“Are you crying?” he asked.
“No.” I lied as I sniffled.
I felt his hand lightly grab my arm as he turned me around.
“You are crying. Sara—”
“Don’t, Mason. Enjoy your new place.”
He let go of my arm as I struggled to open the door.
“Tell Victoria that I left and to please refund me my deposit. I have to go call the movers and have them deliver my things somewhere else,” I walked out.
“Sara, wait.” I heard his voice as I began walking down the hallway. “Where are you going to go?”
“I’ll find somewhere.”
“For fuck’s sake. Get back inside.”
I pushed the button to the elevator and prayed the doors would open quickly, but they didn’t. Mason walked over to me and grabbed one of my suitcases from my hand.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Taking your suitcase back inside. At least stay the night.”
“No, Mason. Give me back my suitcase.”
He walked inside the apartment with it and shut the door. I sighed as I hurried back to the apartment and opened the door.
“Wolfe, give me back my suitcase!”
“I’m not letting you walk out of here without a plan. It’s not happening. Not tonight. Stay the night and make a plan.”
“I can do that from a hotel room.”
“I wouldn’t feel right. It’s not your fault this happened.”
“Damn right it’s not.” I stood there with my arms folded.
“Just take the rest of today and tonight to make a plan.”
“Fine. I’ll stay, but don’t expect me to be social. I’ll just go to one of the bedrooms and decide what I’m going to do. Which bedroom did you already claim?” I asked.
“The one over here. Both rooms are the same size, so don’t accuse me of taking the bigger one.”
“I really don’t care if you did. It’s not my apartment anymore.”
I took both my suitcases, went into the bedroom and shut the door. Throwing myself on the queen-size bed, I looked up at the ceiling, letting the tears roll back into my eyes. My phone rang, and when I pulled it out, I saw Karen was calling.
“Hello.”
“Sara, it’s Karen. I thought you should know that your mother is having a good day, and