“I know.” He sighs. “But you can’t be acting like a lunatic. Go home and call her. I’ll go pick her up myself, I promise. You cannot just turn up there unannounced.”
I stare at him.
“What if she won’t let you in?” he asks.
“She will.”
“Will she?” he says. “Because I saw the footage of her on the news taking a swing at you and she didn’t look like she was too happy to see you.”
My heart drops. “You saw that?”
“Everyone’s seen it, it was filmed from a phone.” His eyes hold mine. “Just get in the fucking car, man.” He sighs sadly.
I look up the street.
Fuck.
I get in the car and slam the door and we drive in silence.
Eventually he turns on to the motorway and we head to Enchanted.
I stare out of the window with my phone in my hand. What do I do?
I close my eyes in regret.
I fucked up . . . bad.
“She’s not going to forgive me,” I say as I get a vision of Kate from today, the look in her eyes. “I know her, she’s too stubborn . . . if you saw how hurt and angry she was.”
“Do you blame her?” Christopher says as his eyes flick over to me.
I clench my jaw as anger surges.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Christopher snaps. “You had it. For the first time, you actually had it in your hand. A woman who made you happy . . . and you go off on some stupid fucking tangent chasing an artist.”
“It’s not stupid to me,” I cry. “I’d only been with Kate for a month.” I kick the dashboard.
“Don’t kick my car or I’m kicking you out, and you can fucking walk, prick,” Christopher yells.
“I had been searching for this artist for years. I’ve been obsessed with her, I thought there was something there.”
“Did you sleep with her?” His eyes move between me and the road.
I stay silent.
“Did you fuck this artist or not?” he yells.
“No!” I scream. “As soon as I got there I knew I had done the wrong thing.”
“So why then . . . did you stay?”
“I stayed one night.”
“So . . . you did sleep with her?”
“No.” I shake my head, regret swimming through my body. “She was full on into me and . . . I faked a headache and went back to my hotel room. I didn’t even get through the first dinner date.”
He frowns at me.
“I was confused,” I cry. “I thought it was a sign, that she was the one.” My nostrils flare as I try to get a hold of my emotions. “The beautiful woman I had been searching for, for years, was right in front of me, but then when I looked at her . . . she wasn’t Kate.”
Christopher shakes his head in disgust.
“I told her the next morning that I’d made a mistake and was going home. I bought the remainder of her paintings and left.”
“Then where have you been for a week?”
“I believed in fate. The destiny I had dreamed about and thought I wanted wasn’t even real. It took me some time to see that what I had with Kate was real. She’s the woman for me, she’s the one that I love.”
Christopher exhales and we drive in silence for a while.