Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 155203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 776(@200wpm)___ 621(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 776(@200wpm)___ 621(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“You can’t outrun your history. It doesn’t disappear just because you leave Arizona and move out east and go by the name Ryder. No matter what you do, it’s still there. That is where you come from.”
“I know.” He bites his lip.
“And whenever you’re reminded of it, instead of shutting down, burying it deep, pushing everyone away…all you have to do is this.” I stroke his jaw with both thumbs. “Just be open and honest with me, and I’ll do my best to help.”
“I’ll try,” he says roughly.
“And, honestly, if you truly hate the name, you could always change it. But we both know you’re not running from the name. You’re running from shame.”
His eyes look wet again. I bend down and kiss him. Just a soft caress against his lips, which I feel trembling beneath mine.
“There’s nothing for you to be ashamed of,” I whisper.
Ryder goes quiet for several long beats. “He’s up for parole.”
I jolt in shock. “What!”
“That’s why I was in such a foul mood the other day. I’d just gotten off the phone with the prosecutor in Phoenix. I told you he pled out, right? Well, it was a sweet fucking deal. Eligible for parole after fifteen years—they didn’t think he was a danger to society. Just a crime of passion unlikely to be repeated.” Ryder laughs bitterly. “Until he gets into another relationship and decides to blow her brains out too.”
I flinch. “He can’t actually be released, right?”
“The DA says it’s unlikely. But he wants me to come speak at the hearing. Said my statement would help keep him behind bars.”
“Are you going?”
“No. I never want to see his face again.”
I don’t blame him.
“Anyway.” This time he kisses me, another gentle touch of our lips. “I’m sorry for snapping at you the other day and shutting you out. Thank you for listening.”
“Thank you for talking.”
There’s another long stretch of silence. Then Ryder throws me for another loop.
“I totally understand if you want to go and, ah, I don’t know, be with Case.”
I blink. “Where on earth did that come from?”
“I was just thinking about it. Colson’s a good guy. And I’m sure he doesn’t have this amount of baggage.”
“You know, a few months ago you would’ve swallowed glass before admitting he’s a good guy.”
“I know, but…he is. He’s a decent guy.” Ryder sighs. “Do you still want to be with him?”
I don’t hesitate. “No.”
“Did you love him?”
“I did. But I’ve been thinking about it too. And the more I do, the more I realize I wasn’t devastated when he cheated on me.”
“Really, because it hasn’t sounded like you were too happy about it.”
“Well, no, I wasn’t happy. And, yes, I was upset. I cried. A lot. But it didn’t rip me apart, you know? I feel like it should have. I feel like if I truly loved him and wanted to be with him, get married, have kids, build a life…then that kind of betrayal would just destroy me. And it didn’t, which tells me maybe it wasn’t as right as either of us thought it was.” I rest my chin on Ryder’s shoulder, pensive. “Besides, if he hadn’t cheated, you and I wouldn’t be here right now. So in a way, he…”
He led me to you.
I can’t bring myself to say it because I’m terrified it’ll lead me into saying other things, and I’m not telling anyone I love them anymore. Last time I did, the guy freaked and ran.
“Why are you really bringing up Case?” I ask, lifting my head. “Are you feeling insecure?”
“No. I…I guess I just need to know you want me.”
“I want you.”
Smiling, he tugs us backward and onto our sides so we’re lying on the couch facing each other. His fingers stroke my cheek. Toying with my hair. I love how he always needs to be touching me, even though he plays it off cool. Nonchalant.
My hand drifts up his chest and I can feel him trembling. I bring my palm to his left pec, press it against his heart, and instantly it starts beating faster.
“You feel this too, don’t you?” His eyes are on mine. Dark blue and bottomless.
“Yeah. I feel it.”
CHAPTER FORTY
GIGI
There’s something different about you
THE HOCKEY DEPARTMENT FUNDRAISER IS HELD THE FOLLOWING week, on a Saturday night when neither of our teams has a game. I show up with Whitney and Camila, wearing a dress I picked up shopping with Diana this weekend. It’s pale silver, floor-length, and features a plunging vee, which makes me slightly uncomfortable because I don’t usually show off the girls. I feel like they’re not big enough to dazzle. But Diana told me it wouldn’t kill me to be a bit bold. So I extended the boldness to my hair, wearing it loose in big waves, and my makeup, opting for a smoky eye.