“And I need a break from the explaining, Asa. This isn’t a rejection—sometimes these things just happen. You’re grown up enough to understand that, right?”
His head jerked backwards as though she’d hit him and he let her go. God, she was a bitch. Why had she said that? Repeated, word for word what he’d said to her the night he’d broken her seventeen-year-old heart.
He walked over to his pants and pulled out a set of keys, tugging one off its loop and holding it out for her without a word.
“Asa, I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sure how this had happened. A few minutes ago she’d felt closer to him than she ever had to anyone, and now it felt like everything was shattering around them. It had only been one night. Eleven years of waiting and all they’d gotten was one night. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
“It’s okay, Del.” His rough voice was subdued. “I know.”
She took the keys and walked to the hatch. “I’m not sorry about tonight.” Just the way it ended.
“I know, Delilah. Drive safe.”
She made it to the truck and onto the 101 before she started to cry.
Chapter Five
She drove toward Sausalito the next morning, listening to Drew and Darcy chatting to each other on their three-way phone call while trying to follow the GPS instructions to Sebastian’s house.
Usually hearing their lighthearted gossip was enough to comfort her when she was away from home, but now it just made her want to cry again. Fortunately, her well had run dry at around three o’clock in the morning.
“So when are you going to answer our questions?” Drew sniffed.
“Yeah,” her youngest sister laughed. “Spill it, woman. Inquiring minds and all.”
Had she missed something? “What questions?”
Drew made a tsking sound. “Is Sebastian Kosta as attractive as he was last year? Is he willing to model for DD4 ads in exchange for selling him the garage? And has he fallen in love with you yet?”
“He’s still very attractive. I don’t think so and I only met him for five minutes, so probably not.”
“Do you hear that, Drew?”
“I do, Darcy.”
“What?” Delilah demanded. “What do you hear? I didn’t say anything.”
“Exactly,” Drew responded. “You haven’t said a single word about him.”
“Sebastian? I just told you he was still attractive. When I meet him for breakfast, I can take a picture as evidence if you like.”
“Please do. But that isn’t who we’re talking about. You haven’t said a word about Asa Wilder, which is weird since you used to talk about him all the time and he’s also trying to buy the garage.” Darcy sounded far too perky. Delilah wasn’t in the mood for perky.
“He’s still attractive too.” And irresistible. And frustrating. “Happy now?”
“Hon?” Drew had stopped teasing. “What’s going on?”
“Honestly? I don’t know.” She sighed. “I don’t know why either one of them wants to buy us out at this point. I don’t know why I’m here.”
I’m not sure I’ll be able to get over Asa again.
“You still have feelings for him.” Darcy wasn’t asking a question. “And something definitely happened.”
Delilah huffed out a frustrated breath. “Stop pretending you’re a witch, Darcy. You don’t have psychic powers.”
“I don’t need them with you.”
“Fine. You want to know? We had a drink, went for a ride on his bike, had crazy sex and then fought about…I’m not sure what that was about.”