“Did he act different toward you?”
“No,” I whispered.
“Then the next morning, you found out he ran the background in the hotel room while the man was out trying to get you clothes so you didn’t do the walk of shame, and instead of waiting for him to come back and you guys talk about all of this . . . you ran.”
The curve of my lip came up, and I snarled at my sister. “The way you tell it, I sound like a crazy bitch.”
She nodded. “If the shoe fits.”
I buried my hands in my face and let out a scream. It was clear I had messed things up.
“Have you listened to his voicemail?”
“No,” I said, my voice muffled from my head still in my hands.
“Let’s listen to it, then I think you need to call him. I mean, you running might have just ruined everything, Kaelynn.”
“Gee, thanks, Millie,” I stated as my hands dropped to my lap. “Way to keep things positive.”
“How can anything about this mess be positive? Kaelynn, I told you one of these days this whole pretending you’re someone you’re not was going to catch up with you. You hid something about yourself from your best friend and the guy you liked. Listen, I get the why . . . because Morgan told you the story of Nash and his ex. I get the fear you had, but I also think it was incredibly stupid of you to hide it. I know we have to be careful with whom we let close to us. No one gets that more than I do, but if you love someone, you have to trust them. If Nash is the type of man you say he is, I don’t think he would have pushed you away. He might have been spooked, but he wouldn’t have pushed you away.”
A tear slipped free and trailed down my cheek. “I know. I really messed things up.”
Mille reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Has he called you since that first voicemail?”
“No. I haven’t listened to it yet. I’m afraid to.”
Holding out her hand, she wiggled her fingers in a motion to give the phone to her, so I did.
“Okay, let’s do this together. If he tells you he never wants to hear from you again, you move on.”
My eyes filled with tears. “But last night . . .”
She held up her hand. “I don’t think he’s going to say that, but we need to be prepared for anything.”
Glancing down, I watched as I worked my hands together nervously. The moment I heard his voice, my heart felt as if it seized in my chest and I held my breath.
“Kaelynn, please call me back. We need to talk, and I don’t want to do it over the phone. I, um, I don’t know where you went, and I’ve searched the entire hotel. Please call me. I’m really worried about you.”
Millie’s eyes caught mine and she shrugged. “Okay, he didn’t sound mad, but more distraught that you weren’t there.”
“He didn’t sound mad at all.”
“He sounded sad, Kaelynn.” Millie’s brows pulled in as she stared back down at the phone. “He hasn’t called back though.”
Her voice sounded surprised.
“What?” I asked, reaching for my phone. “What do you mean?”
“Look at your missed calls; none are from him. He only called and left that one message. I mean, if he wanted to make things work, I would think he would have kept calling. Did any of his friends call you?”
“No. Not even Morgan. Which is strange, because I’m positive she would have noticed us missing last night from the reception and then would have wanted to talk to me today.”
We locked gazes again.
“That’s not a good sign, is it?” I asked, my voice cracking. “I messed this up, didn’t I? I just lost the only man I think I’ve ever loved.”
Millie was up and next to me in a flash, holding me while I let myself fall into a fit of tears. Again.