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“He wanted to tell me that Timber is okay.”

“That’s worse. I should be mad at her. In fact, I think I am. She didn’t even want to listen to me. Didn’t even care to listen. She’s not who I thought she was.” I’m yelling at this point.

“Calm down,” he orders. I sit, not wanting his wrath as well.

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re hurt, you’re pissed, I get it. I think the gym is just what you need.”

“Maybe it is.” At least I can hurt someone or something and not get in trouble for it. Great way to release all this energy I have flowing through my body.

I run upstairs to grab my bag with my shorts and wraps in it and send a text to Timber.

I’m sorry, but I’m also done. You won’t hear from me again.

I’m sure she doesn’t care, but I needed to say it. Now both of us can move on.

“Ready,” I call as I text another person, hoping she might want to talk.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

TIMBER

I’m sorry, but I’m also done. You won’t hear from me again.

I’ve been ignoring his texts for the last few days. For some reason, this guts me. I think back to the day everything went down, and maybe I should have listened to him. But this means it really is over. He was the one who told me he wouldn’t give up. I guess he never wanted to make it right.

Oh well.

“Today, Timber is going on the double date she was supposed to go on with Kash the other day,” Carlton tells the viewers. “She will be going on a date with Tobias and Nash. Only one will make it to the end.”

Great! Another elimination. The only good thing is that when I have to let someone go, they are nice about it. I’ve seen those other shows on TV where things get ugly.

“Gentlemen and lady, your chariot awaits.” We head for the van waiting to take us to wherever.

“I hope you both know—”

Nash stops me. “We know.”

“Thank you.”

They both smile at me. A short time later, we arrive at the botanical gardens.

“We both agreed you would love to stroll through these,” Tobias says, and I take his hand and squeeze it.

We walk through, asking questions and answering the ones they throw at me. It’s nice. Besides the camera crew, you would think it was three friends on a stroll, except for the fact that girls do come up and ask them for autographs. They roll their eyes, but I just laugh. Both of them are good with kids. I hope to have a couple of my own someday.

We decide to go to a coffee shop to get out of the sun. After a couple hours of walking, I need to sit.

We pull up to the coffee shop, and I see a dog outside.

“That poor thing.” I head for it.

“Don’t get close.” Nash tries to pull me back.

“He needs help,” I say and step closer. Someone just left it. “Hey, buddy.” I step closer. I see it’s a pit bull. These dogs are given a bad rap.

“Careful,” Tobias warns.