Page 95 of What He Never Knew

Shit.

“I have to go,” I said to Charlie, already on my way after Sarah.

“Wait, Reese. Please.” She tugged at my sleeve, holding me in place as she pleaded. “I never meant to hurt you. You know that. I never meant to… everything just got so…”

Tears flooded her eyes, and just like always, the sight of her hurting broke me.

But she wasn’t mine to comfort, anymore.

And she wasn’t the one I wanted, either.

“I know,” I assured her, scrubbing a hand back through my hair on a sigh. “I know. Okay? I do. But whether you mean to or not, youdohurt me, Charlie. Every time you look at me like that, or ask me to come to dinner, or pretend like we can still be friends when you know good and well that it’s impossible.”

Her shoulders fell. “I didn’t…”

“It’s okay,” I said, not letting her finish.

It was my turn to talk, to say what I’d needed to for two long years.

“It is. Truly. We loved each other, no matter how fucked up the circumstances were, and that will never change. But you havegotto let me go, Charlie. Just like I have to let you go. And I can’t do that with you inserting yourself in every aspect of my life.” I shook my head. “So, please.Please, Charlie. Leave me alone, and let me finally stop loving you.”

Her bottom lip trembled, her delicate fingers reaching for it as she nodded against the tears flooding her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Reese.”

“Me, too,” I whispered. “Me, too.”

I reached forward, pulling her into me and kissing her forehead before I let her go — physically, mentally, literally, and figuratively. In every sense of the word, I let Charlie Pierce go in that moment.

And I ran to the woman I loved.

The realization flooded me as my feet carried me across the restaurant, chest swelling with the surprise of it while I shook my head, knowing I should have realized it long ago. How something could feel like such a revelation and also like something I’d known my entire life was beyond me, but there it was, pumping blood into every vein in my body.

I loved her.

I loved her.

And I couldn’t lose her now.

Sarah glanced at me from where she was clearing dishes when I rounded the corner into the bar area, but her eyes fell quickly, back to her hands as they worked. I slid up beside her behind the bar without her acknowledgement, without a greeting, without a prayer in hell that she’d talk to me.

But I had to try, anyway.

“Sarah, please,” I said, eyeing the patrons at the bar to make sure they couldn’t hear us before I spoke again. “Can we go outside and talk?”

“I’m working,” she said firmly, holding up the dish rag she was wiping the bar down with as proof.

“Take a break.”

She sighed, shaking her head as she slapped the damp rag back on the bar and began scrubbing vigorously. “There’s nothing more to say, Reese. I called your guy. I’m leaving for New York in two weeks.”

Her words knocked the air from my chest, a tornado of mixed emotions set loose in a snap. I was so happy for her. This was what she wanted. This was whatIwanted for her.

But I didn’t want her to leave like this.

“Why do I feel like no matter what I say to that, there’s no right way to respond?”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you go talk it out with Charlie? I’m sure she can help you sort through your thoughts.”

“She’s not the one I want to talk to.”