Chapter 62

• She rises from the couch, pacing the living room as she thinks and tries to process where her head is. The more she thinks, the angrier she gets. “Tell me something, Nicholas?” She whirls back around on him, unable to let go of their conversation about the sordid details of his affairs. A mix of random emotions floods her; she wants to go, to have him leave her alone, and yet she can’t stop staring at the train wreck that is in front of her. Can’t stop the part of her that wants to help him. “Is this what I am to you? Is this the type of agreement that you were hoping for between you and me?” She asks him, her voice wavering.
• “Annabelle, that’s not what I—” he shakes his head, running both hands over his face, his emotional struggle being played out before her eyes. “At first, yes,” he recants, “but after this past week—after tonight—I’m just not sure anymore.”
• “What? Now I’m not good enough for you?” What the hell is she doing? One minute she’s mad that he thinks of her as an arrangement and the next she’s pissed that now he doesn’t. Get your head straight, Annabelle!