âI know,â she said, her eyes open and questioning.
He kissed her then on the lips, hesitantly, afraid she might reject him. But she deepened the kiss, parting his lips with her own. He pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding up the back of her top. She leaned into him before pulling his shirt off. With each caress, he felt himself heal. Hannahâs tears flavored their kisses, and he knew she was healing too. And in the final moments, with his name on Hannahâs lips, his heart sewed itself back together.
Chapter 46Hannah
Hannah sat down on the couch with a steaming cup of coffee and her laptop. Will had gone out to pick up breakfast. Sheâd asked to stay behind to do some work. The thought of being alone in this apartment that showed the reality of Madison and Willâs past wasnât one she relished, but she needed a Will-free moment. Hannah wasnât naĂŻve enough to think that one argument and make-up sex was going to fix their relationship. That would take time, which was a luxury they didnât currently have. She was due back in Boston the next morning to cover a show the following night. Regardless, Hannah couldnât deny the tug on her heartâshe wanted to be with Will. They needed to adjust to their new normal, to rediscover exactly who they wereâin general and to each otherâstarting by getting through the next few weeks apart. It pained her to think about leaving Will again, but she wouldnât ask him to come. He needed to stay in New York to put his life back together.
She couldnât regret her rash decision to relocateâshe was interviewing Leonard Nulty after all. But shitâit messed everything up. The assignment would most likely be shorter than expected with the Nulty exclusive since they wouldnât need as much padding. Even so, she wasnât enjoying the experience as much as she expected to. She had taken for granted sharing the ups and downs of her life with Kate every day, of Will waiting up no matter what time she rolled in. Hannah had her dream job, but at what cost?
Boston wasnât pressing pause on a relationship. Madisonâs revelation had threatened more than a break-up. Divorce. She repeated it in her head. Divorce. Thatâs what they were facing if this didnât work out. And not because of a fight or a misunderstanding or because the year on their pact was up. It would be because they didnât put in the effort to make things right. There would be no coming back from that.
For the first time, Hannah appreciated what it was Riley did every day for the last five yearsâhow she balanced everything, never letting any of the responsibilities she juggled fall. Hannah could do this. She would channel Riley and learn how to do it allâfix her marriage and kick ass at managing this launch. She would live the dream and keep her life in New York. Somehow.
A ding from her computer brought her attention back to her task. Journalists didnât get weekends, and her inbox was brimming with messages.
The message was from Riley. Subject: Boston Things.
Well, then.
Hannah scrolled through the large email chain Riley had forwardedâbecause it wasnât awkward reading through other peopleâs emails. Hannah scrolled through the information about her schedule with Leonard. He had his photo shoot in the morning, and they would do their interview after lunch. She made a mental note to bring wine. At least it was a short rider. She continued scanning the email. Boring, boring, amusing, boring, borâ
Hannah reread the next line: Everything should be charged to the Boston account. Use code 5479-JT.
She stared at the words on the screen. No charge code sheâd ever used had had âJTâ attached to it. NYC, BK, QN, SI, LI, and BX sure, but those were obviously the boroughs. JT. Her heart hammered as her mind wrapped itself around those initials. Jonathan Thorne? It made perfect sense. Thereâd been a large anonymous donation right after she and Will had wowed all of Jonathanâs party guests. They had convinced everyone they were in love, and Jonathan had needed to make a move. She closed her eyes, willing away the knowledge that Jonathan Thorne had funded the Boston edition.
Riley, her mentor and friend, hadnât told her. Had that been why sheâd gotten the call? Hannah was the most senior person at Deafening under Riley, not in title or responsibility but in time on staff. Sheâd been there since day twenty-three. But Riley had never mentioned growth like this before. Hannah had never considered that she was being groomed to run another edition of the magazine. She was always going to be a step under Riley. When sheâd been offered the position, it had made staying at Deafening worth it. It had been the big payoff. What if it hadnât been about her at all? Hannah couldnât believe that. Riley wouldnât do thatânot to her. But what if she had? Â
Hannah picked up her phone. She had no idea if she planned to call Will, Riley, or Jonathan himself, but she needed to do something with this information. Maybe she shouldnât start with Will. Things were so tenuous between them, and the fact that his father was still meddling in his life would break him. At the same time, she couldnât keep it from him. The lies were getting them nowhere.
A key sounded in the door. Hannah looked over her shoulder to see if Will needed help with the bags. He always over-bought when on his own. The blood froze in her veins at the sight of Madison in the entryway, a set of keys dangling from her left hand. She still had keys.
âWhat are you doing here?â Hannah asked, even though the answer was written all over Madisonâs ridiculously calm face.
âI came to see how William was doing,â she said plainly.
âHeâs fine, no thanks to you.â Hannah stood up and faced Madison head-on. She had gotten the full story about Will and Jonâs fight the night before. The depths that Madison stooped to were beyond Hannahâs understanding.
Madison didnât react, except to shrug out of her coat. âIâm surprised you came back.â
âHeâs my husband,â Hannah said incredulously. âI was never permanently gone.â
Madison pulled a face. âI think maybe you were.â
âGet out,â Hannah said, anger coursing through her.
âYou canât kick me out of my apartment.â Madison stepped further inside and dropped her coat on a nearby chair. The door was still open behind her, but it was clear she wasnât planning on honoring Hannahâs demand.
âItâs Willâs apartment.â Hannah walked around the couch, effectively blocking Madison from gaining more ground.
Madison held up her hands placatingly. âIt doesnât have to be like this.â
âYou attempted to destroy my marriage. So yes, it has to be like this.â
âIâm done apologizing,â Madison said. âI called you dozens of times. I begged and cried and tried to explain.â
God, Hannah didnât want to fight. Yet oh, how she wanted to. Sheâd avoided Madison, but here she wasâfront and centerâasking for it. Except all the words had fled from Hannahâs mind. All the pretend conversations and mean things sheâd planned to say faded away. âHave you tried apologizing to your fiancĂ©? Or to Will? Donât you think youâve messed their lives up enough? To go back and do more damageââ
âWhy does it matter?â Madisonâs voice rose, and the words came out almost as a screech. âHe picked you. He married you.â
âThis isnât just about Will! You betrayed me! We were friends. I let you into my life, and you tried to steal my husband.â
âI loved him first,â she said, her voice quiet.
It was that simple to Madison. Hannah was expendableâWill, apparently, was not. Hannah shook her head. âThat doesnât mean you have permission to mess up his life.â
âMe?â Madisonâs face turned cruel. âWhat about you?â
âWhat about me?â
âDo you think I didnât know about you? Hannah from collegeâthe one who got away.â Madison made a disgusted face. âThe pinnacle that every other woman was held to. You messed up Willâs life long before I came around. And then you marry him when heâs at his lowest. Maybe if youâd taken more than two seconds before hopping into his bed, you might have known who I was from the beginning, and maybe you wouldâve thought twice about making a complicated situation worse.â
âIt shouldnât have been complicated!â Hannah said. âYou made your choice the moment you kissed Jon. Leave Will alone. Go be a Thorne or donât, but stop trying to act like any of this is hard for you. You destroyed a family, Madison.â
âJon kissed me,â she said plainly.
âAnd you kissed him back. You lied to both of themâcheated on both of them. You pretended to be my friend.â Hannah shook with frustration. How did Madison not feel the magnitude of what sheâd doneâto the Thornes and to Hannah? âDo you even remember how to tell the truth?â
Madisonâs mouth flattened into a thin line. âHowâs this for truth? Youâre in love with a boy who doesnât exist anymore. And when you realize the man you married isnât your precious college crush, youâll leave him.â
Hannah shook her head. âIâm not going anywhere. I love Will, and he loves me, here and now. And even if that werenât true, he will never love you again.â
âI want to see him,â Madison said, her voice a low growl.
âMadison?â Will stood in the doorway, a reusable shopping bag in each hand. He looked from Madison to Hannah and back again, his face paling. âWhat are you doing here?â
She had the audacity to look hurt as she picked up her coat. âI wanted to make sure Jon didnât mangle your face.â She reached out as if to touch Willâs bruise.
Will backed away from her. âYou shouldnât be here.â
Madison frowned as her gaze, blazing with anger, passed between the two of them. She started to respond, but Will cut her off.
âIâll need that key back,â he said, holding out his hand.
Hannah waited for the backlash, but Madison simply unhooked the key from the ring and shoved it into Willâs hand. She brushed past him and turned to look at them when she reached the threshold. The look she fixed on Hannah was one of such hatred that Hannah wondered how Madison had ever appeared to be her friend.
âMadison,â Hannah said, her anger reaching the tipping point. âIâll get the RSVP in the mail for your records, but we wonât be able to make the wedding.â