Page 54 of Sunday Morning
Because he was gatekeeping his guitar.
Because he smoked, and smoking was disgusting.
But mostly because I couldn’t stop thinking about him in the most sinful ways.
And that made me feel like a terrible person, an awful girlfriend, and an all-around despicable human—like Isaac.
“Why do you hate me?” I asked.
Isaac’s eyebrows drew together. “I don’t. Why was the sex bad?”
Something hit me hard. I didn’t see it coming, and I couldn’t stop it. Tears burned my eyes, and emotions tingled like little pins pricking my skin, which made Isaac’s grin die on the spot. I loved Matt, even though those three words started to feel generic when I thought of them. But Iwantedto love everything about him even if we weren’t going to be together much longer.
It broke my heart that something so intimate and special felt like one of the worst moments of my life. But the thing that broke my heart the most was Isaac seeing right through me.
“Did he hurt you?”
I jerked my head back and blotted the corners of my eyes. “You must love this.” I laughed through my tangled emotions. “No. He didn’t hurt me. Matt would never hurt me.”
Isaac frowned. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
I turned, leaving the house. “If you say one word to him, I’m telling my father you wrote your name on my breast.”
“So that’s how this is going to go? Our friendship will be based on secrets and blackmailing each other?”
“We’ll never be friends.”
“Is it the smoking?”
I rolled my eyes even though my back was to him as I opened my car door.
“What if I don’t say anything to Matty, you don’t say anything to your dad, and I stop smoking?” He followed me to my car.
I scolded myself for thinking that he looked hot in his torn jeans, cowboy boots, and black threadbare shirt with dirt on it. But he did. Isaac looked like the inspiration for every sexy song I imagined singing from a stage surrounded by adoring fans.
“You’re going to stop smoking for me? Why?” I laughed it off, sliding into my car.
Isaac positioned himself between me and my opendoor, resting his hands on the top of my car. “I think you know why,” he said.
I fidgeted with my car keys. “I love Matt,” I murmured, unsure if I was saying it to Isaac or myself.
“Youthinkyou should love him. But you’re going to let him go. It’s the only way you’ll be able to chase your dreams. And in another year, you’ll both look back at your time together with fondness. However, neither one of you will regret not staying together.”
At first, I thought he knew. I thought Matt said something to him, but that was unlikely. Isaac just had an eerie sense of the truth, so I scoffed. “So which is it? Will we be broken up, or will I be your sister-in-law?”
“You mean, will you be happy or miserable? I don’t know, Sunday Morning. That’s up to you.”
When I arrived home,I didn’t expect to see Wesley Cory’s white truck in the driveway, which explained why I didn’t see him at the house.
He wasn’t there for me. It had nothing to do with the day I caught him in bed with the mysterious brunette. I told myself this over and over while I made my way into the house, whispering a quick prayer.
Eve did nothing to alleviate my fears when she shot me a panicked gaze as I stepped into the kitchen, where she, Mom, and Gabby were making dinner. Dad stood by the kitchen table with his hands in his front pockets, talking to Wesley.
“Hey,” I said softly, ping-ponging my gaze between Eve and Wesley.
“There’s my future daughter-in-law,” Wesley said with a wink.
Yep. He knew I knew, and he was buttering me up. Wesley Cory had always been nice to me, but notthatnice.