āThe fact that you consider access to Pen a privilege like sheās a credit card or bank account is exactly why youāre not fit to parent her,ā I said, my voice quiet with fury.
āOh, get off your sanctimonious high horse,ā Caroline sneered. āIf I werenāt āfit to parent her,ā I wouldnāt be talking to you right now. Trust me, I have better uses of my time than chatting up my ex-stepdaughter in a restaurant bathroom.ā She took a deep breath before saying more calmly, āAs I mentioned, Penelope has been acting up. Sheās also been asking for you. Incessantly. And contrary to what you think, Iām not a heartless monster. Sheās my only daughter. I do care about her wants and needs.ā
I didnāt buy the sudden loving mother act. Maybe Caroline cared a bit about Penās wants and needs, but she cared about herself much more.
āSo much so that youāve ignored her since she was diagnosed with CFS,ā I said. I couldnāt help it; Iād been dying to read Caroline the riot act for ages, and now that I had the chance, it was impossible for me to let it go.
I mustāve hit a nerve, because her face instantly flushed red. āI havenāt ignored her,ā she snapped. āI kept her at home to protect her. I hardly think she should be gallivanting around town with her condition, and you of all people should know how our world treats anyone they deem ādifferentā or ānot good enough.āā Her mouth twisted. āLord knows I had a difficult time after I married George. They wouldnāt let me onto any good charity boards for years.ā
āMy condolences. I canāt believe you survived such a terrible hardship.ā
āMake all the wisecracks you want, but this isnāt about me or you,ā Caroline said through gritted teeth. āThe only reason Iām even talking to you is because weāve tried everything else to help Penelope, and it didnāt work. We even had Georgia talk to her.ā
āAsking Georgia to make someone feel better is like asking a scorpion for a hug.ā
To my surprise, my stepmother snorted in agreement. āIāve never liked your sister. She always thought she was better than me.ā āShe thinks sheās better than everyone, and you never liked me either.ā
āNo, but youāre the only one who can get through to Penelope.
This is more than your typical childās tantrum. If she continues acting the way she has, itāll have a serious impact on her health.ā Carolineās gaze flitted around the bathroom. āGeorge doesnāt know Iām doing this yet, but Iām willing to make a deal. Penelope says she wants to see you, and I can make that happen if she gives up her hunger strike.ā
My heart stumbled at the possibility of seeing Pen again without having to sneak around, but a part of me remained wary. āWhatās the catch?ā
Caroline wasnāt altruistic enough to do this solely for Penās benefit.
āSo young yet so cynical.ā My stepmother produced a humorless smile. āThereās no catch. Believe it or not, not everyone is out to get you all the time. Keep an eye out for a message once Iāve talked to George. Until then, tell no one about this conversation.ā
The echo of her offer followed me back to the table, where my friends were finishing up their lunch.
āIs everything okay?ā Vivian asked as I retook my seat. āYou were gone for a while.ā
āYes.ā I reached for my glass, desperate to alleviate the uncertainty clogging my throat. Xavier, Caroline, Penā¦it was too much all at once, and my head throbbed with an impending migraine. āEverythingās fine.ā
CHAPTER 43
Sloane
When it rained, it poured.
Apparently, bad news didnāt observe the holidays, because after I returned to the office, Iād gotten slammed with crisis after crisis. Jillian had checked into Perryās parting warning about Asher and found a video of Asher and Vincent DuBois getting into a fistfight. It hadnāt hit the wider internet yet, and Iād spent a good two hours ensuring it never would.
Once I put out that fire, Iād had to deal with panicked calls from a CEO whoād been caught banging a restaurant hostess in a bathroom stall, a movie star whoād been arrested for attacking a paparazzo, and a socialite whoād left her limited-edition Dior bag somewhere between Paris and New York (Iād redirected her to her assistant. I didnāt get paid enough to hunt down transatlantic luxury bag losses).
It was my busiest workday of the year, and by the time I caught my breath, it was ten at night. Iād sent Jillian home hours ago, so it was just me, a sad dinner of instant ramen, and the ominous countdown to midnight.
Two hours.
I swallowed a mouthful of greasy noodles. My migraine had worsened since lunch, but that didnāt stop me from doom scrolling on social media to avoid thinking about Xavier.
Yesterday, his presence had filled the room. Today, the office felt empty without him, like a film stripped of its soul.
One hour and forty-five minutes.
I gave up eating and tossed the remaining cold noodles in the trash. Iād finished my work, so why was I here instead of at home, enjoying a nice movie with a glass of wine?
Because the Empire State Building is a twenty-minute walk away.
Because going home means youāve made your choice.
Because this is the last place you saw him, and you feel closer to him here than anywhere else.
I groaned and dug the heels of my palms against my eyes.
If only I had a magic eight ball to tell me what to do. Iād always prided myself on my decisive nature, but when it came to Xavier, I was a mess.
He drove me up the wall sometimes, but he challenged me like no one else did. He pushed me outside my comfort zone while making me feel safe enough to do so, and heād made me laugh, cry, and feel more than anyone else Iād ever met.
Younger me had been convinced that what Iād had with Bentley was love, but it wasnāt until Xavier that I realized Bentley had been a mere prologue to the real story.
Me and Xavier, the most unlikely of couples. Opposites in so many ways, yet similar in so many others. He knew every part of me intimatelyāmind, body, and heartāand he loved me not despite but because of my flaws.
Weād seen each other at our worst, yet weād fallen in love anyway.
A marble fist grabbed my chest and squeezed.
Thereās no catch. Believe it or not, not everyone is out to get you all the time. Carolineās voice wormed its way into my consciousness.
I never thought thereād be a day when she said anything helpful, but sitting there alone, in my dark office, while the man I loved waited for me minutes away, her words struck hard.
Thereās no catch.
I was afraid itād hurt more if Xavier and I broke up down the road, after Iād gotten more attached, but I was already in love with him, and it already hurt so much I couldnāt think straight. Iād cried for the first time in my life, and I was eating instant ramen alone in my office at night, for Christās sake.
The same office where weād met.
The same office where heād given me the ultimatum.
The same office where Iād told Georgia the truth about Bentley. I thought Iād broken free of the hold Bentleyās betrayal had on my decisions, but clearly I hadnāt. I was still so afraid of getting hurt that I was willing to let a hypothetical scenario drive away the one man that I could see myself having a future with.
Donāt run away from what could be because youāre afraid of what might be.
If I were honest with myself, I knew we could work. Xavier was the only one who got me, who fit into my life seamlessly yet somehow made it better, and without him, all my days would be like this.
Lonely, alone, and aching for something I couldāve had but let slip through my fingers.
āGod, Iām an idiot,ā I breathed.