Page 81 of Only You
Alex
“Thank you for looking after her again.” I walked into the living room and poured a scotch.
“You’re welcome. How was Charleston?”
“It was draining.” I sighed, tipping the glass to my lips. “I was in back-to-back meetings all day with the planning commission for Athena Harbor.”
“I’ve barely seen you all week.”
“I’ve been busy, Hannah.” I tossed the amber liquid down my throat.
“I know. I just thought that?—”
“Thought what? You know how busy I am,” I spoke authoritatively.
“Yeah. I know you are.” She threw the empty food cartons in the trash and grabbed her purse. “Have a good night.” She walked out the sliding door.
I let out a sigh. I didn’t need her attitude. We would have issues if I didn’t set things straight right now.
“Did Hannah leave?” Lucy walked into the kitchen in her pajamas.
“Yes. But I forgot to tell her something.”
“Then go tell her. I’m going upstairs to Facetime Isabelle and Juliette.”
“Who’s Juliette?” I asked.
“A new friend.” She smiled.
I walked over to the guesthouse and lightly knocked on the door. When it opened, Hannah stood there, staring at me.
“We need to talk,” I said.
“Okay. Come in.” She moved out of the way.
“I don’t like the fact that you expect to hear from me,” I said, standing in the middle of the living room with my hands tucked into my pants pockets.
“Excuse me?” Her brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, but?—”
“You thought there was something between us? I told you that I don’t get involved in relationships. We’re not in one, so I’m unsure why you expected to hear from me.”
“Wow. What is going on here, Alex? Where is this coming from?”
“I’m a very busy man, Hannah, and I don’t need you expecting to hear from me just because we slept together a few times. I’m sorry if you think there’s something going on between us, but there isn’t. I have enough on my plate as it is.”
“You’re right. How silly to think that you were interested in me. The private helicopter to Charleston, the picnic in the park, walks on the beach, our talks, and the sex. Wow. I really am a fool.”
“You’re not a fool. I never should have?—”
“You’re right. You shouldn’t have, and neither should I. You can go.” She folded her arms and looked down to hide the tears that filled her eyes.
I felt like the biggest bastard on the face of the earth, but it had to be done—for both our sakes.
“I’m sorry, Hannah.” I turned around and headed to the door.
“No, you’re not.”
I stopped, turned, and stared at her for a moment. Opening the door, I walked out.