About Tomorrow - Abbi Glines Page 0,61

process it.

Creed nodded once then straightened from his relaxed lean he had been doing on the porch railing. “I see,” he said simply.

He saw what? I started to ask when he began to walk away. He was just leaving. He had no more questions. Nothing.

“You’re leaving?” I asked him.

He paused then turned back to look at me. His eyes were hooded from the morning sun and he was just far enough from me I couldn’t make out his expression very well. “You have a decision to make, Sailor. I won’t beg. I’m not Griff,” he said then continued across my backyard toward his.

My heart hurt and yet I wanted to pick up something and hurl it at his head. I had told him about Griff coming here last night, but he hadn’t mentioned the woman he’d gotten friendly with in the bar. He believed this was about me choosing between him and Griff. That decision had been made already and Griff was no longer an option. However, I wasn’t sure Creed was either.

I loved him, but I didn’t trust him.

Getting in my car, I cranked it up and had to wait a few minutes so the window defrosted enough that I could scrape the ice off. I didn’t think about the fact Creed had handled this for me last week when it had happened. I wasn’t one to rely on anyone. My mother had made sure I wasn’t dependent on others by never being there when I had a problem.

The drive to work was quick, but I hadn’t stopped for coffee. I’d be stuck with Albert’s strong stuff that he brewed. I would need the caffeine to focus on the new exhibit’s opening day to the public. It was a Monday and I wasn’t sure how much foot traffic we would get.

Ambre greeted me when I walked inside the building. She was busy at the welcome desk straightening things that didn’t need straightening. She was always moving and rearranging. I wondered if she could share some of her energy with me.

“It’s the day,” she said cheerfully. “I didn’t sleep very much from all the excitement. I wondered if we should move the eighteenth century closer to the front, but Albert said I wasn’t to touch it. What do you think?” she asked but didn’t give me a chance to answer her. “Never mind I will figure it out. Albert is in the back opening crates that came in this weekend. Go make sure he isn’t making a mess and see if he wants me to go pick up breakfast.”

I simply nodded and headed back to the kitchen area where I knew Albert’s coffee would be.

“I think I’ll go pick up an array of pastries,” Ambre called out. “Do you have a request?”

I shook my head. “No, thank you. I’m not hungry.” I doubted I would be hungry anytime soon.

Finding the kitchen empty, I sighed in relief and pinched the top of my nose as I leaned back against the wall. Had my choosing Creed over Griff been a mistake? I still believed Griff deserved more. I’d cheated and going back to Griff, even though he was willing to forgive me, wasn’t an option. However, I had planned my future with Griff and now it was gone.

Creed had come back into my life like a whirlwind reminding me how I felt about him, being there every time I needed someone, and then there was the life altering amazing sex. Had I let all that cloud my vision? I knew Griff wouldn’t lie to me. There had been a female on Creed’s lap last night.

Loving Creed wasn’t enough.

I had to be able to trust him as much as I had trusted Griff. We weren’t teenagers in love anymore. Griff was right. We were adults now and love was shown differently. Not with hot sex.

I hated this. All of it.

“The exhibit isn’t in here,” Albert said gruffly as he walked into the room and went to the coffee pot.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

He poured a cup and then handed it to me. “Drink it black. You need it,” he said to me then went and poured him a cup.

I stared down at the dark liquid not sure anyone other than Albert could drink this stuff black.

“Life sucks then it goes on,” Albert said, and I lifted my gaze to him. He shrugged. “It is a fact, Sailor. You’ll find happiness and shit while you travel the path of life but you keep on going.”

I wasn’t