Running into Love
Page 37
“Levi’s not going to care,” I say, then realize I don’t have a coat and I’m sure it’s cold out. Determined to leave, I head for Levi’s hall closet and grab his hoodie, putting it on along with his down vest.
“Do you want me to go with you?” Mac asks, and I shake my head.
“No, I just need a few minutes alone.”
“All right,” she agrees as I head for the door. Leaving them at Levi’s apartment, I take the stairs with Muffin leading the way. As soon as I push through the front door, I come face-to-face with Lucas, who is standing on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette.
“You taking off?” he asks me, and I try to smile but know it doesn’t quite meet my eyes.
“No, just taking Muffin for a walk. She’s been locked up most of the day,” I explain, wanting to hurry away from him, but I know that would be rude, so I stay put.
“Look, I’m sorry about Eva . . .” He pauses, running his hand through his hair, and I realize just how much he looks like his brother when he’s agitated. “She doesn’t always know when to stop.” One could say that. One could also say she’s just a bitch, but what the hell do I know.
“It’s fine,” I say, shrugging it off. “I’ll be—” I start to tell him I’ll be back and step away, but he cuts me off, stopping me in my tracks.
“Heather and Levi were never meant to be together, so please know that you have nothing to worry about when it comes to her.”
“I’m not worried,” I lie, and his lips twitch into a smile.
“He cares for you, more than I’ve ever seen him care about anyone, so don’t let Eva put shit in your head. She and Heather were friends, and she’s got it in her head that Heather is meant to be with Levi. But I promise you, that is not the case. They don’t belong together. They—”
“Please stop,” I say softly, cutting him off before he can say more. “Levi and I haven’t had a chance to talk about her or them, and I’d rather wait until he’s ready to tell me . . . No offense.”
“None taken.” Lucas smiles at me, then takes a drag from his cigarette before tossing it into the street. I want to tell him he should quit smoking and not litter, but I keep quiet, knowing that he probably doesn’t want to hear me nag him about his bad habits—one of them being his wife. “Do you want me to go with you?” he asks, giving Muffin a head rub when she moves close to sniff his hand.
“No, I’m sure you want to get back inside. I’ll be back in a few.” I like Lucas—or what I know of him—but the idea of spending more time with anyone right now is about as appealing as getting my nails pulled out one at a time.
“You sure?”
“Yes, thank you for the offer. That’s very nice of you.” He nods, then looks at the door, and I can tell he doesn’t want to go back inside. God, why can’t I be one of those women who is a bitch and just doesn’t care about how people feel? “Actually, I think I could use the company, and Levi doesn’t really like me walking Muffin alone since she has a tendency to take off. And with her size and mine, it’s hard for me to control her.”
“You sure?” he asks, studying me, and I put on another fake smile.
“Yep.” I nod, then start across the street to the park, making sure to look for traffic as I cross the road. Seeing him walking alongside me out of the corner of my eye, I head down the tree-lined path. “Madeline is very sweet,” I say, trying to fill the awkward silence that has settled between us as I keep my pace slow, in no rush to get back to the drama at my place.
“She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says quietly, and I smile at that, because even without hearing him say those words, I know he loves his daughter—you can see it in his eyes when he looks at her. “I’m getting a divorce.”
My step stutters and I almost trip as I swing my head in his direction. “I’m sorry,” I say, not sure how to react to that news, but very sure high-fiving him would not be appropriate.
“Don’t be, I’m not . . .” He shakes his head. “I don’t even know why I just told you that when I haven’t even told my family about my plans,” he says. I stop to let Muffin sniff around a tree off the path and look at him. “Have you ever felt like you’ve been living, but not really living at all?” he asks quietly. I nod. “I’ve been living a lie for the last five years of my life. Since the moment Eva got pregnant, I’ve been doing the right thing for everyone else. I’ve been doing what’s best for everyone but myself.”
“I get that . . .” I don’t know how he feels, but I understand what he’s saying and I’m sure feeling that way isn’t easy on a person.
“Sorry for putting this all out there. I don’t know, maybe I just needed to tell someone else to make it more real or some shit.”
“It’s okay.” I smile softly, resting my hand on his biceps. “Sometimes you just need someone to talk to who isn’t involved and doesn’t have an opinion.”
“Yeah.” He pulls in a deep breath, then lets it out. “It’s for the best, especially for my daughter,” Lucas says in a tone that is full of regret and sorrow. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around him, needing to offer him some kind of comfort. It takes a second, but his arms wrap around me, and he hugs me back. “Thanks,” he whispers, and I nod, then start to pull back when Muffin tugs the leash in my grasp and runs around us, basically tying me and Lucas together.
“Muffin,” I shout, then scream her name as she runs around us again, drawing us even closer and tighter together.
“Muffin, heel.” Oh, thank god, Levi. I close my eyes, then open them back up and peek around Lucas’s shoulder and watch Levi walking toward us.
“This is—”
“Awkward but not surprising,” Levi cuts me off as he comes over to take Muffin’s leash and untangle me from his brother. Feeling my face heat in embarrassment, I pull myself off Lucas as soon as I can then take a step back and run my hands down my thighs. This day keeps getting better by the minute.
“You okay, baby?” Levi asks, and I don’t even look up at him.
“Yep, totally cool,” I say as Muffin comes over to me, wagging her tail and looking between Levi and me, like, Look who I found. Isn’t it so exciting, making me glare at her.
“I’m gonna head back,” Lucas says, and I nod as he lifts his chin toward Levi before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to take Muffin out,” Levi says as soon as Lucas is gone. My eyes go to him.
“I didn’t think I needed to, and it wasn’t something I planned. I just needed to take a break for a few minutes,” I say in a rush.
“You’re pissed,” he states, studying me, and I shake my head. I don’t feel pissed, I just feel annoyed and on edge, and I really can’t wait for this stupid day to be over with.
“I’m not pissed. Like I said, I just needed a few minutes alone.”
“You weren’t alone, you were with Lucas,” he says, and I would swear there is an edge of jealousy in his tone—but that would be ridiculous, so I push that thought aside.
“I could tell he didn’t want to go back inside, so I invited him to walk Muffin with me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were heading out?” he repeats, and I begin to get annoyed.
“I already told you why. I needed to think.”
“To think about me and Heather?” he asks, and I narrow my eyes on him.
“Is there a you and Heather?” I ask. His lips twitch, which makes me want to kick him in the shin.
“Definitely not.”
“You were engaged to her, though, weren’t you?” His eyes narrow a little.
“How do you know that?”
“Your mom told me. Well, she didn’t tell me the woman’s name, but I put two and two together at dinner when Eva kept bringing Heather up.”
“Christ.” He shakes his head running his fingers through his hair. “That’s something for me to talk to you about when I’m ready.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” Mac asks, and I shake my head.
“No, I just need a few minutes alone.”
“All right,” she agrees as I head for the door. Leaving them at Levi’s apartment, I take the stairs with Muffin leading the way. As soon as I push through the front door, I come face-to-face with Lucas, who is standing on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette.
“You taking off?” he asks me, and I try to smile but know it doesn’t quite meet my eyes.
“No, just taking Muffin for a walk. She’s been locked up most of the day,” I explain, wanting to hurry away from him, but I know that would be rude, so I stay put.
“Look, I’m sorry about Eva . . .” He pauses, running his hand through his hair, and I realize just how much he looks like his brother when he’s agitated. “She doesn’t always know when to stop.” One could say that. One could also say she’s just a bitch, but what the hell do I know.
“It’s fine,” I say, shrugging it off. “I’ll be—” I start to tell him I’ll be back and step away, but he cuts me off, stopping me in my tracks.
“Heather and Levi were never meant to be together, so please know that you have nothing to worry about when it comes to her.”
“I’m not worried,” I lie, and his lips twitch into a smile.
“He cares for you, more than I’ve ever seen him care about anyone, so don’t let Eva put shit in your head. She and Heather were friends, and she’s got it in her head that Heather is meant to be with Levi. But I promise you, that is not the case. They don’t belong together. They—”
“Please stop,” I say softly, cutting him off before he can say more. “Levi and I haven’t had a chance to talk about her or them, and I’d rather wait until he’s ready to tell me . . . No offense.”
“None taken.” Lucas smiles at me, then takes a drag from his cigarette before tossing it into the street. I want to tell him he should quit smoking and not litter, but I keep quiet, knowing that he probably doesn’t want to hear me nag him about his bad habits—one of them being his wife. “Do you want me to go with you?” he asks, giving Muffin a head rub when she moves close to sniff his hand.
“No, I’m sure you want to get back inside. I’ll be back in a few.” I like Lucas—or what I know of him—but the idea of spending more time with anyone right now is about as appealing as getting my nails pulled out one at a time.
“You sure?”
“Yes, thank you for the offer. That’s very nice of you.” He nods, then looks at the door, and I can tell he doesn’t want to go back inside. God, why can’t I be one of those women who is a bitch and just doesn’t care about how people feel? “Actually, I think I could use the company, and Levi doesn’t really like me walking Muffin alone since she has a tendency to take off. And with her size and mine, it’s hard for me to control her.”
“You sure?” he asks, studying me, and I put on another fake smile.
“Yep.” I nod, then start across the street to the park, making sure to look for traffic as I cross the road. Seeing him walking alongside me out of the corner of my eye, I head down the tree-lined path. “Madeline is very sweet,” I say, trying to fill the awkward silence that has settled between us as I keep my pace slow, in no rush to get back to the drama at my place.
“She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says quietly, and I smile at that, because even without hearing him say those words, I know he loves his daughter—you can see it in his eyes when he looks at her. “I’m getting a divorce.”
My step stutters and I almost trip as I swing my head in his direction. “I’m sorry,” I say, not sure how to react to that news, but very sure high-fiving him would not be appropriate.
“Don’t be, I’m not . . .” He shakes his head. “I don’t even know why I just told you that when I haven’t even told my family about my plans,” he says. I stop to let Muffin sniff around a tree off the path and look at him. “Have you ever felt like you’ve been living, but not really living at all?” he asks quietly. I nod. “I’ve been living a lie for the last five years of my life. Since the moment Eva got pregnant, I’ve been doing the right thing for everyone else. I’ve been doing what’s best for everyone but myself.”
“I get that . . .” I don’t know how he feels, but I understand what he’s saying and I’m sure feeling that way isn’t easy on a person.
“Sorry for putting this all out there. I don’t know, maybe I just needed to tell someone else to make it more real or some shit.”
“It’s okay.” I smile softly, resting my hand on his biceps. “Sometimes you just need someone to talk to who isn’t involved and doesn’t have an opinion.”
“Yeah.” He pulls in a deep breath, then lets it out. “It’s for the best, especially for my daughter,” Lucas says in a tone that is full of regret and sorrow. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around him, needing to offer him some kind of comfort. It takes a second, but his arms wrap around me, and he hugs me back. “Thanks,” he whispers, and I nod, then start to pull back when Muffin tugs the leash in my grasp and runs around us, basically tying me and Lucas together.
“Muffin,” I shout, then scream her name as she runs around us again, drawing us even closer and tighter together.
“Muffin, heel.” Oh, thank god, Levi. I close my eyes, then open them back up and peek around Lucas’s shoulder and watch Levi walking toward us.
“This is—”
“Awkward but not surprising,” Levi cuts me off as he comes over to take Muffin’s leash and untangle me from his brother. Feeling my face heat in embarrassment, I pull myself off Lucas as soon as I can then take a step back and run my hands down my thighs. This day keeps getting better by the minute.
“You okay, baby?” Levi asks, and I don’t even look up at him.
“Yep, totally cool,” I say as Muffin comes over to me, wagging her tail and looking between Levi and me, like, Look who I found. Isn’t it so exciting, making me glare at her.
“I’m gonna head back,” Lucas says, and I nod as he lifts his chin toward Levi before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to take Muffin out,” Levi says as soon as Lucas is gone. My eyes go to him.
“I didn’t think I needed to, and it wasn’t something I planned. I just needed to take a break for a few minutes,” I say in a rush.
“You’re pissed,” he states, studying me, and I shake my head. I don’t feel pissed, I just feel annoyed and on edge, and I really can’t wait for this stupid day to be over with.
“I’m not pissed. Like I said, I just needed a few minutes alone.”
“You weren’t alone, you were with Lucas,” he says, and I would swear there is an edge of jealousy in his tone—but that would be ridiculous, so I push that thought aside.
“I could tell he didn’t want to go back inside, so I invited him to walk Muffin with me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were heading out?” he repeats, and I begin to get annoyed.
“I already told you why. I needed to think.”
“To think about me and Heather?” he asks, and I narrow my eyes on him.
“Is there a you and Heather?” I ask. His lips twitch, which makes me want to kick him in the shin.
“Definitely not.”
“You were engaged to her, though, weren’t you?” His eyes narrow a little.
“How do you know that?”
“Your mom told me. Well, she didn’t tell me the woman’s name, but I put two and two together at dinner when Eva kept bringing Heather up.”
“Christ.” He shakes his head running his fingers through his hair. “That’s something for me to talk to you about when I’m ready.”
