Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,91
session got cut short by Sally.
“It’s always been you, mi amour. Can’t you see that?”
I freeze when I hear Sally’s familiar southern drawl. “But, I don’t love you, darlin’. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you, but you can’t keep holding on to what we had. Bobby, when are you going to realize, we aren’t going to work? I care about you, darlin’, but not like that. Not enough to marry you. I don’t care what my family says. I refuse to marry some guy just to make them happy.”
“I can be what you want.” His voice is sultry and smooth as he says, “You know we were amazing together. The women don’t matter to me.”
“As long as you get pre-approval, darlin’.” She sighs. “I don’t need you to tell me who I can sleep with. I’m not interested in marrying someone, hell seeing someone, who is so much like my father.”
“If it’s Amber you’re worried about, don’t be. I can let her down easy. She’ll understand. You girls can still be friends. I won’t come between you….that is, unless you want me, too.”
“Oh honey, Amber hasn’t given you a thought since she saw you last. Believe it or not, the sun does not rise and set on your beautiful face. Don’t worry about my girl. We’ve uh, been keeping busy, let’s just say.”
“So, she managed to get you into her bed?” His voice is terse, and I really wish I could see their faces, but they’d see me.
“Oh no, not exactly.” She giggles. “I have a new friend now. She’s a sweet little thing that works over at the Yellow Rose. You should go see her show, it’s really hot. She’s the headliner. Trisha. She loves getting down and dirty.”
“Rolling in the trash has never been my thing.” His voice sharpens.
“And, there you have it. That is why I will never marry you. You’re a snob, Bobby, and an arrogant one at that. Goodbye.” Sally stomps out of the stacks crossing the lobby and out the library door.
The crash of a shelf collapsing echoes through the noisy library as all heads turn to the stacks.
***
“I heard you, and Bobby in the library. I guess I know why he hasn’t bothered to call me back,” I say with a shrug.
“Did you really care?” she asks pensively.
I look down at the dishes in the sink as I run the sponge over the bowl. “No, I can’t say that I did. It sucks being dumped twice in six months. I think I’ll stick to women for a while. Apparently, I understand them a bit better.”
Sally joins me at the sink, picking up a dishtowel and drying the bowl. She glances at me, a touch of fear on her beautiful face. “Uh, Amber, why don’t you text him again? It’s been weeks.”
“I have texted him, Sally. Actually, more often than the one time I told you about. I haven’t heard word one.” The burn of the tears catches me by surprise. Grabbing another bowl, I attack this one with a touch more aggression. “I’m not going to text him anymore. He knows where to find me. I was wrong, but to not give me the opportunity to explain isn’t right. He should have trusted me.”
“Why?” she asks, “Why should he trust you?”
“Because we care about each other?” I sneer with a sigh. “I don’t know. I do know if he had given me a chance, I could have explained.”
“He’s been through a lot with that fiancé.” She takes the bowl from me, pulling it away with a gentle tug, and rinsing it under the water. “He’s not the most trusting guy, and you weren’t exactly forthcoming.”
I turn swiftly to Sally and put my hand on my hip, the water saturates my jeans. “I don’t know what else to do. I’ve tried to contact him, and he doesn’t respond. He’s done, Sally. I can’t change that. I have to move on. End of story.”
She picks up the dishtowel again and whispers, “I’m sorry, hon.”
“How could I have been such an idiot?” I fling my arms out, sloshing more water off my hands. I return to washing the dishes as Sally stares at me in shock. “Look can we talk about something else?”
Sally puts her arm around me and squeezes tightly, “You know I’m not going anywhere, right?”
I nod and hand her a washed glass, swiping away a tear.
“Now that finals are over, where should we take your aunt while she’s in town?” Her