Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 26
Abel Her house was dark. Not a single light on. Was she asleep? Was she alone? There was only one car out front. Hers.
Quit being a stalker and either go knock or go home. How long before a nosy neighbor reported the dark sedan lurking in the neighborhood?
At least Dad’s car was less conspicuous than a red Ferrari. Should probably get around to rescuing my baby from impound tomorrow.
I eyed the houses around Abbi’s, most of them as dark as hers. I could only hope everyone was in bed.
A second arrest in two days because some well-meaning neighbor got the wrong idea about me sitting out here at midnight was not what I needed.
I was in enough trouble as it was with the current charges, fines, and required community service.
Not to mention that if I so much as got a speeding ticket, I could say bye-bye to my license. It was fun being the celebrity they wanted to make an example of.
That was the least of my troubles, though. Got a new cell today. Wished I hadn’t after speaking to the label, my manager, my publicist, and Gabe. Gabe was the only one not looking to carve a chunk out of my hide.
Quit stalling coward. I gripped the wheel tight and brought my gaze back to Abbi’s house. Quaint, I guess you would call it.
Cute, but unremarkable, like most of the houses around it. A little yellow single-story set back from the road, fenced in by chain link.
A few trees in the small yard lent a cozy, charming kind of appeal. Couldn’t have been much more than a thousand square feet, less than half the size of my penthouse in New York.
It would look like a dwarf cottage next to my parents’ home in Brookline, or even the house she grew up in just a few miles away. Yet it wasn’t difficult at all to picture Abbi curled up in the cozy living room on her plush sofa with a book in her hand.
What I didn’t like to picture was the coach stretched out beside her watching Sports Center. Ten months. That was almost a year. How did I not know about her coach? How had my mother or sister never mentioned it?
Maybe they just thought it was none of your business dickhead because you’ve been lying to them for almost eight years. Didn’t explain why Abbi hadn’t told me. She should have told me. But she didn’t. And we . . . My head was a mess and I needed to talk to her.
I needed to man-up, get out of this car, and go to her door. I needed her to tell me it wasn’t serious with Coach What’s-his-face. I needed to know that under all that anger and hurt, she was still mine, because that was the secret no one knew.
Abbi Cross had never stopped being mine. I’d screwed up too many times to count, but I’d told her I would never be anyone else’s. I meant it then as much as I did now. How did I make her see that? How did I get her to forgive me? Again.
It felt like that day in high school all over. No matter how much time passed, I’d never forget the look on Abbi’s face when I came home from New York and found her sitting on my bed, tears in her eyes, and a ruined corsage in her hands.
I froze in the doorway. She looked up from her place on the edge of my bed. One look into those watery blue eyes and I knew she knew.
I’d spent the last twelve hours trying to figure out how I was going to tell her, but I should’ve known the media gossip would reach her before I could.