Page 12 of Toy Boy
“Hey, Megan?”
His voice causes me to stop and turn back around.
“Do you do take-out?”
“Yes. We do.”
He stands up and flashes me a wide grin, tucking his surfboard underneath his arm. “I might pop into the café later, then. Grab myself a sandwich or something.”
“Okay.”
I start walking away again, but I think he’s still standing there, it’s like I can feel his eyes still looking at me, and I don’t know whether that bothers me or not. I can’t seem to get a handle on this handsome stranger. Do I even need to? I think I’ve got far more important things to be worrying about…
Scott
As soon as I see her heading towards the café I jump out of the car, only just remembering to shut the door, and run to catch up with her before she disappears inside. I don’t want this inevitable confrontation to happen in front of others, I need to see her alone.
“Megan!”
She stops, glances over her shoulder, and continues to walk away from me. Jesus Christ, she’s not going to make this shit easy, is she?
“Megan, come on!”
She stops again, but she keeps her back to me, and I can only imagine the kind of sigh she’s letting out now.
“I need to speak to you, Megan.”
“No, Scott, you don’tneedto do anything.” She finally turns to face me, and her expression conveys‘I’m not giving a shit here’perfectly. Couldn’t be any clearer.
“We need to talk.”
She arches an eyebrow, and I can’t help but notice how beautiful she is. She always was, beautiful. We were so fucking perfect together…
“Look, Scott, you’re back, and there isn’t a thing I can do about that, but I think we’ve done all the talking we need to do. Don’t you?”
“No, I don’t. I want to explain…”
“What? You want to explain what, exactly?”
Her eyes are darkening by the second, narrowing as they stare at me, I’m getting nowhere here. But, in all honesty, did I really expect anything else?
Dropping my head, I sigh quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For…” I look up at her, but those eyes – man, they’re still dark. All this time and she’s still mad as hell. “For everything.”
“Are you?”
I am. I really am, but it seems I’ve got one hell of a job on my hands to make her see that.
“I just want to talk, Megan. That’s all.”
She shakes her head, turns around, and walks away, disappearing inside the café. And I stand there, with my hands on my hips and my head thrown back, and for a moment I wonder if there’s any point in me even trying to get through to her. But I know her, and I know that she loved me. Once. And I’m almost certain she’s never had a serious relationship since she walked out on me… Yeah. Let’s not forget who did the walking out, because it sure as hell wasn’t me.
“What’re you doing here?”
I spin around, and there’s Josh. Megan’s son. I never really got on with him, he was always suspicious of me, and way too over-protective of his mother, in my opinion. I’m not saying he was in any way to blame for Megan leaving me, but yeah. I don’t think he encouraged her to fight for our marriage, either.