it’s weird.”
The whole hallway spun as I processed her words.
Colin’s heart…
Without thinking, I yanked the handle and burst through the door, relieved it was unlocked. Julie looked up from her phone, mouth agape.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I growled as my hands shook.
She paled, swallowing hard. “Babe, I gotta go.”
She hung up and lowered her head in shame.
“Start talking,” I warned, the adrenaline pulsing through my veins so fast I felt dizzy and hot.
She gulped. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Her hands wrung together and she bopped on her heels nervously.
If she was about to say what I thought she was, I would keel over and die right here.
“Be like what?” I snarled.
Julie was pretty, brown hair, button nose, a bit plain for my liking, but cute. She looked horrified as she stood there, staring at me, frozen.
“I think Millie should be the one to tell you…” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No … you tell me. You tell me right god damned now. Who is Colin and why are you talking about my heart?”
Julie’s hands shook and I knew right then and there that my fears were justified. Her words only confirmed it.
“Colin was … Millie’s husband. And you have his heart.”
Time slowed to a crawl as each one of her words slammed into me like bullets. It felt like I stood there a full ten minutes, my brain spinning out of control as a stone sank in my stomach.
Colin was Millie’s husband and you have his heart.
This was all a sick game? She … used me? I suddenly wanted to scream, break something, cry. Millie came in here, missing her husband … and got all cozy with me?
I fucked her!
“Oh my God.” I ran my hands through my hair.
“She didn’t mean for this to happen!” Julie rambled. “She came to meet you, maybe hear Colin’s heart beat with my stethoscope and then fly out by six p.m.”
Unbridled rage soared up inside of me. “Well, instead she fucked me, took half my bar, and made my family fall in love with her!”
Julie winced. “That wasn’t—”
“Stop.” I put my hands up. “Just pack her shit and get the fuck out of town. I don’t ever want to see her again.”
Julie looked crestfallen, her mouth dipping into a frown. “Ashton, hang on now—”
My eyes narrowed into slits and stopped her mid-sentence. “You want me to call the cops and tell them about her little con artist ways?”
Julie grabbed her chest. “Con artist! Listen here, you little motherfucker.” She stepped forward. “Maybe if you weren’t such a broken piece of shit, trashing Colin’s heart with cigarettes, alcohol, and hatred, Millie wouldn’t have felt like she needed to move in here and save you!”
The moment it left her lips you could see the regret in her face. The truth hurt, stung so bad I had to bite back tears, but it was something I needed to hear. I needed Millie’s full colors to show.
“So that’s what this was? Project ‘Save Ashton,’ save Colin’s heart from going to a piece of shit?”
“No, I—”
I spun and headed for the door. If I stayed one minute longer I was liable to lose my mind. Millie didn’t like me for me, she was just trying to save me, the bar, my dad. She wasn’t doing it for my benefit, she’s doing it for her, for her husband’s memory. What we shared was never anything more than her wanting to be close to him.
Colin.
I started to question if what I was feeling for her were even my own feelings or if those feelings belonged to her dead husband. But that only made me feel insane.
And right now this lying snake was with my father at the hospital putting on her little “I care about your family” act.
What a psycho.
I left a blank check on the bar for the glass repair man with a key telling him to lock up after he fixed it and drop it in the mail slot at the apartment entrance door. Then I headed for my truck.
I was going to the hospital to confront Millie about the game she was playing.
Chapter 16
Millie
The second we stepped into the hospital, it triggered all of the memories of that night Colin died. The smell, the beeping machines, the doctors. I hadn’t been in a hospital since that night. I purposefully avoided visiting Julie at work and this was why.
“Ma’am?” The doctor called my name, snapping me from my thoughts.
“Yes. Sorry.”
The doctor was young,