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Carson couldn’t believe he was so mad at Grace. Since she absconded from his house two days ago while he slept, feelings had seethed inside of him but he thought he’d successfully killed them. That was why he followed her outside the restaurant. She started toward the car and was about to get in when he said, “Not so fast.”
Turning to him, she asked in a harsh whisper, “What are you doing?”
He took her hand and pulled her aside, leaving the valet holding the handle of the door. Faith got out of the car and came around. “Grace?”
“I’m fine. I’ll be right there.” She searched his face and seemed puzzled. “What do you want from me?”
“Certainly not what I got.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I thought you got a lot that night.”
“You, too.”
“I admit I did. So?”
“How could you leave me after what we experienced together?”
“How could I not? You made it clear you only wanted a fling. I made it clear I wanted more.”
“You didn’t even give me a chance…” His voice trailed off. What was he saying? She was right. But this whole thing wasn’t. “It’s your birthday.”
“That’s a non sequitur. What does it matter?”
“I would have wanted to be with you when you turned thirty.”
She blew out a heavy breath. “Carson, you can’t have your cake and eat it too. You want something superficial and I don’t. You simply can’t have me under those circumstances.”
“I can’t…”
“I know. You can’t share yourself. I’m not trying to change you.”
“I’m conflicted, Grace.”
She lifted her hand and cradled his cheek. “I’m sorry. I hope you get what you want out of life.” She arched a brow. “I intend to.”
She walked back to the car. It drove away, leaving him bereft. There, there it was. He didn’t want to feel bereft. He didn’t want to feel anything.
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