“It matters to me, Johnny. I want to know who had your heart first?”
“You,” I said, matter of fact. “Then Beckley seduced me and I ended up in bed with him.” I looked down at the food in front of me and my stomach turned sour. Truth was I felt like vomiting, but kept the salad down.
He tossed his napkin to the table, stood, shook his head, and said, “It’s over between us, Johnny Knight. I’m not sharing you with anyone. And I’m not going to look like a fool. I’m okay with you having Beckley but you can’t have me at the same time. I’m not into that kind of gig.” He turned away from the table and made a beeline for the three steps that led to the sidewalk that arched around the house.
“Matthew!” I called out his name as he walked around the Tudor, vanishing over the sidewalk. “This can all work out!”
My concern was on dead ears, though. The gym owner fled from Willow Street and my life, rocking my world with disappointment and instant regret. 47: Explosion