Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2)(8)By: K.C. Lynn
“Thanks,” she says softly, her gaze fixated on the ground. “How are you going to get home?”
“You can take my car if you want, and I can pick it up tomorrow.”
“It’s fine, I’ll walk.”
She nods, her eyes remaining on the ground. “Listen, Jase. I would really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone what you saw tonight.”
I stare down at the top of her blonde head, my jaw flexing in irritation. “Really, Sam? That’s all you have to say?”
She finally lifts her head, her emotional eyes narrowing in anger. “What do you expect me to say? Do you really think this is easy for me?”
“I want you to say that you’re going to report him and press charges.”
“I told you it won’t matter! What part of that don’t you understand?”
“I’m trying to but it makes no sense. I fucking saw it happen. I’ll give a statement.”
“Your statement doesn’t matter. He’s very influential, Jase.”
“You’re really just going to let him get away with it? What if he comes back?”
“I’m sure he won’t. Not after what you did to him. His ego is too bruised.”
“Do you really want to take that risk?”
She expels a frustrated breath. “Look. I really don’t have much choice. Trust me, going to the police won’t help. If anything, it could make it worse. Besides, I only have a few more months left here then I’m gone.”
I tense at the last bit of information. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m moving to Charleston this summer to be closer to my family,” she whispers, my chest restricting at the information for some damn reason. “When that happens, I’ll never have to see him again.”
“Yeah, instead it will happen to someone else, but at least you’re in the clear.” It’s a low blow and I know it, but I’m too pissed off to care right now.
Her teeth grind but there’s no denying the dark pain that enters her eyes. “I don’t expect you to understand.”
“And I didn’t expect you to be the type.”
Shit! Why can’t I shut up?
“What type is that?”
“A doormat.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, regret tearing through me the second they’re said.
“Fuck you,” she seethes, jamming her finger in my chest, but tears shine bright in her emerald eyes, striking me right down to my core.
“Sam, listen I—”
“No, you listen. You don’t know me, or anything about me. You have no idea who I am. So you can take your judgment and shove it up your ass!” Spinning in place, she takes off inside, a sob falling from her in the process.
“Fuck!” My fist connects with a tree but the pain shooting up my arm does nothing to dull the burning sensation I have in my chest. I think about going after her but decide to cut my losses before I fuck this up even more.
I walk around the building, making sure that asshole’s car is nowhere in sight, then start my long ass walk home. During the hour that passes, the fresh air does nothing to ease the fire raging inside of me, because the entire time all I can see is her sad green eyes.
A sadness I helped cause.
The next morning I lie in bed and stare up at my ceiling, shame and humiliation burning inside of me as I think about the night before. Running into Grant was bad enough but having Jase witness what he did just added salt to the wound.
I didn’t expect you to be the type.
What type is that?
His comment really hurt but it wasn’t an unfair assessment. Once upon a time I was weak. A time where all I wanted was to belong to someone, to find my place like everyone else had in my family. It was time. Jesse and Sawyer had grown up and moved on well before my age. They didn’t rely on my parents to be their home forever and it was time I had done the same.
So when the charming Grant Fleming, the most eligible bachelor in Colorado, asked me out when he could have his pick of women, I was swept away. I’ve always been in the background, especially in my family. Sawyer and Jesse are the stars, their charismatic personalities and talent always shining bright. It’s one of the many things I love and admire about them but that’s never been me.