“You want to keep this civil? Fine, indulge me. How is Sean?”
“Married. Happily. He runs the garage now. He’s got two kids.”
I swallow. “T-that’s, that’s wonderful.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Are you still close?”
“No.”
“Why?”
His eyes ignite, and this time, it’s take no prisoners. “I’m done here,” he snaps, picking up the pen and holding it toward me. “Sign. And go home.”
“No. I think I’ll hang around for a bit. I’ve got old friends to see. How is Tyler?”
He takes an aggressive step forward. It’s almost as if he’s in pain staring back at me. Greedy, I eat the feel of it up because being within feet of this man has heightened my senses to a point I didn’t think I was capable of anymore.
He reads me easily.
“Times have changed. This is the last thing that ties us.”
I tilt my head. “Is that so?”
“Just fucking sign,” he orders in warning. “I want to be done with you.” I flinch, and for the first time since he entered the room, his eyes soften, but I’m already hemorrhaging.
Hate him. Please hate him.
“Sign,” he utters, his voice low. It’s as close to begging as he’ll get.
The air stills the longer we square off, and I know he’s with me. We’re both fighting the draw, fighting the shift between love and hate. The longer we’re in the room, the more it blurs, and the angrier I get. But I’m not going back on the promise I made myself.
“I want the truth.”
“Prepare to be disappointed.”
“Meaning?”
“Don’t push me, Cecelia.”
“Don’t push you? Oh, you silly bastard, it’s about to be a shoving match,” I grit out, lifting my chin. “I deserve answers.”
The door opens, and Ryan steps in. Tobias’s glare lands on him, but Ryan’s eyes are on me.
“We okay in here?”
“Fine,” I answer quickly, though I’m anything but. I’m coming apart the more the seconds’ tick past. “We just need another minute.”
Tobias doesn’t spare Ryan a word as the two have a silent but loaded moment before he closes the door behind him.
Tobias looks back at me incredulously, before shaking his head in disgust.
“What?”
“Of course, your fucking lawyer is in love with you.”
“He’s a dear friend I trust, and he’s the best at what he does. In fact, he’s about to put your balls in a vise, so you might want to play nice. This is business, and I’m keeping my silly heart out of it, you taught me that, remember? And who better to teach that lesson than a heartless man?”
He slides the documents across the table.
“Sign it.”
“No. I don’t think so. Not this contract. Draw up another where I have a twenty-five percent stake in the company. And if you don’t, I’ll take the next offer for bottom dollar, and you’ll never have this fucking plant.” His eyes light with fury, but I don’t bother to celebrate, I’m defeated in a way I didn’t think was possible. Coming here was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made because seeing him again has wrecked both me and my chances. I still feel it, every ounce of it. The truth will never set me free. I’m not in love with a memory. I’m still in love with the man standing in front of me. And that truth unleashes an anger inside me that’s been building for years.
“You might have made it easy for yourself by once again exiling me, but you destroyed that stupid na?ve girl with your selfish shit and war games. I circled the drain for years wondering how I could have meant so little to you. I’ve lost half my fucking sanity trying to battle my way back from what happened, and that’s because of the way you shut me out and left me dangling in the dark, completely alone.”
I begin to shake with anger.
“I lost him too. And then you saw to it that I lost everyone else.” His eyes sweep me, and I see a flicker of guilt, but it’s not nearly enough. It never will be.
My tone is just as frigid when I finally lift my chin to my maker. “But that girl grew up, and she’s angry about the cards she got dealt by your hand, and she wants her pound of flesh. You can have the company, but you won’t ever, ever cut all ties to me. I’ve been serving the sentence you passed for years, suffering in silence, and it’s time you start serving yours.” My voice rattles with fury, my hurt and hatred emerging from the river of lies he left me drowning in. “You thought with this, you could wash your hands of me? Tough shit. You don’t get to break ties with me, not now, not ever.” We’re so close at this point I can see the dark tint and curl of his long lashes, the divot beneath his nose, the faint freckle on the corner of his lower lip. I can smell the rich scent of his skin.