Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“I don’t know,” I say, my hands starting to shake with nervousness. Before Carter, I would have happily jumped in the sack with anyone, but I was also still in college and living my best life. Now, the idea of being with anyone else makes me feel sick.
“Tough shit,” she says as she gets up and swipes his card off my kitchen counter, making me mentally kick myself for not disposing of it like I should have.
“Don’t you dare,” I demand, flying off the couch and wrestling the card out of her hands, knowing exactly what she intends to do with it. “I’m not dating Byron. He was too . . . I don’t know. He was too put together. He couldn’t handle this kind of baggage no matter how much he tried.”
“Fine,” she says, pulling her phone out. “No to Byron. But it is time to reactivate your Tinder account.”
Ahhh, shit.
Knowing a losing battle when I see one, I let out a heavy sigh and reach for my Moscato. “Fine,”
After way too many drinks, a shitload of laughing, and swiping, Cass has managed to talk me into a date for tomorrow night. Well, sort of. I agreed knowing damn well I’ll be canceling the second she walks out the door, but the only way to get her off my back is to let her think I’m trying. We raided my closet to pick out an outfit, and as it all came together, I realized she was right.
I’m never going to get over Carter. That’s just a fact. He’s tattooed on my heart, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to find the next best thing—not that anyone will ever compare to what Carter and I had together. But to find him, I need to get over the fear of being with someone else.
It’s going to hurt. It’s going to really fucking hurt, but I need to try. Carter left me for a reason, one I insisted I needed, and if I don’t move on and find that one special man who’s going to give me the world, then all of this was for nothing. Besides, I can’t sit alone in my apartment for the rest of my life, missing the guy who doesn’t want to marry me.
With a new determination, I throw back the rest of my drink and collapse in my bed next to an already passed-out Cass, knowing tomorrow is going to be an interesting day.
Chapter 8
CARTER
The second I overheard Cassie’s phone call yesterday, my whole fucking world came to a screeching halt, the words car accident on repeat in my head.
Cass ran out the door without telling me a fucking word, and I was a mess. I swear, she did it on purpose. My sister hasn’t forgiven me for breaking up with Bri. Hell, I haven’t even forgiven myself, and I doubt I ever will, but that’s no excuse for running out and not letting me know if my fucking girl was alright.
I didn’t get a wink of sleep, and after a massive day of dealing with dickhead clients, it was the last thing I needed. I called her over and over again until she eventually blocked me. All I needed was to know that Brianna was okay. She just had to answer her damn phone and tell me what the fuck went down and that Brianna was doing alright. Is that too much to ask?
What the fuck was I supposed to think? I was close to getting in my truck and heading over there. I just needed to see her, get one glimpse of her, and then I would have left, but I know that wouldn’t have gone down well.
Cassie was right. The second I ended it with Bri, I forfeited all right I had to know anything about her life. I broke her heart and let her go. The fact that I’m madly in love with her doesn’t matter. The fact that she’s all I’ve thought about since the moment we met holds no meaning either. I let her go, and that’s on me.
It’s just after five p.m. when Cassie strides through my house with a smug as fuck expression on her face, looking like the self-proclaimed queen of all who dares piss me off.
She barely gets two feet across my living room before I’m out of my seat and crowding her. “Where’s your phone?” I demand before she has a chance to say anything.
Cass gives me a wide smile and pulls it straight out of her pocket, holding it up before me. “Right here, assface,” she says with attitude.
“Oh, that’s interesting,” I growl, right on the edge. “You see, I thought you must have lost it.”
“Nope.”
“Then why the fuck didn’t you answer it?” I roar, her need to push my buttons getting at me. I mean, fuck. I adore my little sister, but she’s made the past five months hell for me. Doesn’t she understand just how much I’m hurting too?