Happenstance Read Online Tessa Bailey

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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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“Why didn’t you say anything?” Banks asks, his expression unreadable.

“Perhaps she wanted it to be a surprise for her—and I quote—rugby coach with debilitating mommy issues and an emotionally bullied construction foreman.”

The twin devastation on their faces is almost too painful to witness, but I force myself to stand there and take it in. The ground is moving underneath my feet, my breakfast on the verge of coming up. I can explain this to them and repair the hurt. I can. They will read the article and they will forgive me. Tobias is angry, lashing out. They’re sure to follow. But I can mend this.

That’s what my heart is telling me.

My gut is another story. It’s telling me this is the beginning of the end that I predicted since getting involved with these men. Everything was shiny and new and wonderful, but this is going to burn away the top layer of what we have. Then we’ll argue again in the future and another layer of this relationship will get skinned off. Another and another until we’re down to the bone. And then someone is going to leave. The thought of that happening, the idea of any of them walking away is causing a horrible, serrated punch of pain in my midsection. I’ve avoided any situation that might cause me to feel a sense of loss, the kind I felt so many times growing up, but here I am. I’m in the thick of it. I opened myself up for this.

I need to face the consequences like a grownup.

My throat is dry, eyes are burning. “I’m really sorry,” is all I can manage. “I wrote it in the beginning of us. When I was in denial that this was something important and special. I would write it very differently now.” I move to the bed under Tobias’s watchful eyes, open the laptop and hand it to Banks. “Read it. Whatever you need to do, I’ll understand.”

I leave the room, closing the door behind me.

The house looks very different now. Dimmer. More ominous. There’s no laughter or movement. The low murmur of voices behind me causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand up, my skin prickling with dread. There is a severe urge to bolt tickling the soles of my feet that I’m trying to ignore. Tobias hates me right now. Gabe and Banks could very likely follow in his footsteps. Avoidance would be so easy. Leaving now and pretending the whole thing never happened. My insides will be a shipwreck without them, but I know from experience that if I pretend to be aloof about something long enough, eventually I will convince myself that it’s true.

Do I want to do that, though?

Do I want to be aloof over these men? Or do I want to leave my floodgates open and take whatever comes because they deserve to be treasured? Because the way they make me feel deserves to be celebrated?

Yes.

Yes.

I decided to stick and that’s what I’m going to do.

My heart won’t allow me to run this time. I’m in deep, times three.

No running this time, Elise.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I quickly tilt the device so I can see the screen. Finally, Karina is texting me back. Thank God. I need to get the article pulled immediately…

* * *

Karina: Got your text and email. I understand you’ve had a change of heart about the article. Pity. It’s utterly absorbing. Unfortunately, like I said, I’m not in the office today and I can’t get a hold of Lisette. I’ve managed to have the online version delayed, but the physical paper gets sent to the printers at six. I’ll do my best to track her down between meetings.

* * *

That’s not good enough.

I need it stopped.

It’s three forty right now. If I leave this very second, I can make it to the Times by four thirty. That would give them an hour and a half to remove the article and replace it with something else. I physically cannot bear the idea of that article going out into the world. I don’t care if Karina thinks it’s good. Those words on the page were lies I told myself. They aren’t good enough for Gabe and Banks and Tobias. I can’t let them get printed.

I pocket my phone and glance toward Gabe’s bedroom door.

Will they even care if I leave right now?

My heart tells me yes—and I desperately want to believe that.

But I can’t run the chance of them preventing me from leaving. They might tell me it’s not worth the risk right now when the situation with Alexander and Crouch is still unresolved. They might not understand this is something I have to do.

Might as well admit what terrifies me the most, though.

They won’t care if I leave.


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