Chapter 259

FIONA WALKED INTO ANOTHER hole-in-the-wall motel with dingy walls, the scent of pot in the air and beds that looked slept in.

"It's a shithole. I'm sorry." Marco closed the door behind her.

"It's four walls and a roof. It's great." Fiona tugged the comforter up over a pillow and sat down. It wasn't all that long ago, walls were considered optional so long as she had a roof. There'd been tough years growing up.

"Fiona..."

"What?" She was exhausted, and he kept doing this. Saying her name then staring at her, as if she could understand what he wasn't saying. But she didn't know him. Never really had.

"Nothing."

She rolled her eyes and slid down to lay on her back.

Marco circled the other bed and sat facing her.

"I just..."

I just-what?

I just screwed up?

I just didn't think?

I just fell crazy in love with you?

I just can't help being a stupid, idiotic man?

"What?" She sat up and swung her legs off the bed, facing him. "You just-what, Marco? What?"