Laura shoved the door open, scrambling outside. “Laura!” Nathan called. “C’mon! What did I—”
“You got away from your past by giving up on being yourself,” Laura said, all stone and steel and like she’d been dying to shove the words down his throat for ages. “And if you’re never yourself, you can never be with anyone. I can’t do that.” Laura’s eyes filled with tears. “Even if I wanted to.”
Laura slammed the car door and strode away, leaving Nathan in dust clouds of complete confusion. He watched her heels striking the sidewalk until she vanished from view, and he sat alone in the car with the engine running.
Nathan had no idea what the hell that’d been all about. Laura didn’t harbor secret love for him. They’d worked those details out a long time ago. He was gay; he wasn’t her type. Laura was the exact opposite of the kind of person who kept torches blazing for people she could never have. Laura was direct. She’d put a bullet in somebody first and ask questions later.