face came into view. “Yup, I will. At least I don’t have to worry about my heart being stomped on and thrown back into my face.”
He sighed. “I’ll set up a trust fund for our child.”
I darted around him. His eyes focused on the elevator. “You motherfucker. You’re just like your father.” My hand flew across his cheek. A crack sounded in the air. I ignored my pulsing, burning hand at my side.
He stood there seething. After staring through me for a moment, he walked around me and stepped onto the elevator. The doors closed, and I returned to the bedroom.
I didn’t know what to do with myself. Was I supposed to fly home at that moment?
My heart thudded my rib cage harder. The basketball game he was watching still played. It reminded me that he left. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a cast-iron skillet. Chest heaving, I stalked back into the room and hurled the skillet at the TV. The TV short circuited. I stepped around the shards of glass. A sense of calm came over me. I snatched our pillows off the bed and trekked down the hall into one of the guest bedrooms. I slammed the door like it mattered. He wasn’t here. He left. The man I loved walked out of my life like I knew he would. I knew he’d break my heart. Climbing under the sheet, I clutched his pillow in my arms, inhaling his delicious scent. I sobbed until I fell asleep.
Three days had gone by. Collin and I hadn’t spoken to each other. The maid called several times. I wouldn’t allow her up.
“Hello,” I heard in the distance.
Who was here?
“Hello, Kara, are you here?”
My eyes widened. It was Harry. I clutched the pillow tighter and muted the TV. I turned the guest room into a campsite. I only left the room to get food. Harry couldn’t get in. The door was locked.
“Kara, are you in here?” The door knob turned, and I held my breath.
I didn’t say a word. He needed to leave.
Boom, boom.
Shit, was his muscled bound ass trying to break down the door?
The door flew open. Harry stood in the doorway, big and burly.
“Kara, you can’t stay cooped up like this.” He fanned his hand in front of his nose.
“When was the last time you took a shower?”
I didn’t answer. He walked across the room and yanked the dark curtains open. My eyes followed his every move.
He stepped to the side of the bed. “Come on, let’s go.”
I clenched my eyes closed. He scooped me up.
“Put me down,” I demanded.
“Nope, if you don’t take a shower, I’ll call Sydney and have her help you.”
He sat me on the shower floor and flipped on the jets. The cold water pounded against my skin. “Ah,” I yelled, as the ice-cold water shocked me back into reality.
Harry sat on the edge of the tub.
“Collin, said you wanted to return to Alaska.”
My stinky T-shirt clung to my skin.
The tears started again. “I moved to L.A. to be with Collin. The second he found out we were having a baby, he left. He tried to pay me off like his father. I never want to see Collin again. He broke my heart. My heart hurts. It won’t stop hurting,” I cried.
“I wanted to believe he wouldn’t hurt me. He made me love him.” My voice rattled in my chest.
“Now I can’t stop loving him.”
“You both are in pretty rough shape. Collin buried himself in his work. His heart is broken, too. Not sure how you two can find your way back to each other.”
I shook my head. “He doesn’t want me. He used me up now he’s back to his regular one-night stands. Harry, just leave me here. I’ll pay for my flight to Alaska. I don’t want anything from Collin.”
“You’re hurt. Is it true you didn’t want to find out if you were pregnant? And he said he wanted to marry you and you told him it was no rush?”
I slipped my fingers through my puffy hair. “Yes.”
“Is it possible you gave him a way out because you thought this was easier?”
My hand flew over my mouth. “I love him with all my heart.” My body shivered.
“Yes. Maybe, I thought if I pushed him away early on it would hurt less rather than later. But it feels like a weight is resting on my lungs. I haven’t been able to breathe since he left.” I swiped at the tears.
“Tell him I will be