Page 84 of Cru's Crush

He shook his head.

“You’re a dick.” I got up and went into the bedroom. The asshole followed me.

“What happened with Daphne?”

“I already told you it’s none of your business.”

“No, you said that when I asked why you weren’t in Australia.”

“Ditto.”

“I suppose I could just call her and ask.”

“She’ll tell you as much as I have.” I put the pillow over my face.

“I take it the engagement is off?”

I moved the pillow. “Were there any knives in the drawers out there?”

“Why?”

“Stab me. It’ll have the same effect.”

“So why are you here?”

“I asked Daphne if she wanted to be my wife. She responded she didn’t see how it would be possible since our lives were on opposite sides of the world.”

His eyes scrunched. “That doesn’t sound like her.”

I glared at him. “Fuck off, Beau.”

“Why can’t you trade off? It couldn’t be more ideal, really. The seasons are opposite. You could be there in our winter, and she could be here in hers.”

“Because Daphne isn’t a winemaker when she’s there. She’s the acting CEO of a huge conglomerate.”

He nodded. “My dad said it isn’t looking good. She—they—may lose Cullen House.”

“When she told me she feared that may happen, she didn’t give me the chance to respond before asking if I thought she was being melodramatic.”

He sighed and looked at the wall behind me.

“What?”

“I used to say that to her.”

“Well, that’s fair. She got mad at me for something you used to say. Nice.”

“So, you left?”

“Obviously, or I wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m tired of your dickish attitude. You can stop now. I’m only trying to help.”

“Why?”

Beau leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “Because I love both of you. Because you belong together, and I can’t believe that you, of all people, would give up so easily.”

“She gave me no choice.” I slumped onto the sofa and shut my eyes. “Would you just go away and leave me alone?”