thank you. How long have you known?” She didn’t look at him.
Levi didn’t answer for a minute or two. Finally, she kicked his foot and glared at him. He looked bored. How dare he look bored? The bastard!
“I guess I always knew.” Blue rolled onto his back, letting them know he was available for tummy-scratching any time.
“Really. You knew from the minute you met him.”
“Pretty much.”
“How?” she demanded, looking at his face. “Did he try to kiss you, something like that?”
“Nope.”
“But you just knew.”
“Yep.”
“And you never said anything?”
Levi shrugged. “I asked him about it once. He said he wasn’t.”
“Really? Well, what about me, Levi? Did you ever think to say something to me? Huh?”
He deigned to look at her, his green eyes expressionless. “People believe what they want to believe.”
“Well, you know what?” she said, her voice rising. “You should’ve tried. I love Jeremy! I love him! I’m so in love with him, it kills me! Don’t you get that?” Blue barked, backing her up. Blue loved Jeremy, too. Great. Another victim in the war.
“I believe you,” Levi said. “Maybe you could quiet it down a little, though, huh?”
“Why? Am I embarrassing you? Am I making a scene? Don’t you know what it feels like to have your heart ripped open? Do you have any idea? My whole life is gone! You took that away! You just had to say something, didn’t you? You had to open your mouth!”
Then she was crying, so hard she was choking, and she jammed her hands into her hair and bent over, the sounds coming out of her alien and horrifying. How would she get over Jeremy? What kind of a life was she going to have without him? Already she missed him so much it was as if someone had shoved a hot poker through her heart. Blue nudged against her, and she buried her head against her dog’s neck.
She felt Levi’s arm around her shoulders and shrugged him off. Like she’d allow him to comfort her.
“I hate you,” she managed to say, the words strangled on her sobs.
“Yeah, well, win some, lose some,” he muttered, folding his arms and sighing.
“Just go.”
“I told Jeremy I’d stay.”
And, of course, Jeremy wouldn’t want her here alone. Because even now, he was trying to take care of her. Even now, Jeremy still loved her. And was gay.
The crying was endless, as if she was being punched in the chest with each breath, tears pouring out of her eyes, which Blue licked away, whining. People probably thought she was mentally unstable; she sure as hell felt that way. Her rational thoughts were just distant pings; it seemed like she was being sucked under by waves of grief and shock, barely able to breathe.
Levi got up—probably to ask someone for a tranquilizer—and returned with a roll of paper towels. “I couldn’t find any tissues,” he said, taking his seat once more. Blue had given up and was sleeping, his head on her foot. She grabbed the roll and blew her nose, then took a few more and mopped at her face. The tears kept falling.
And now Levi was looking at her with those eyes of his that always seemed to be so bored with her. “Look, Faith, I know this is hard for you. But would you rather be married to a gay man?” he asked calmly.
“Yes! In the case of Jeremy, yes! You didn’t do me any favors, you know.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t thinking of you,” he said, glancing out the window.
“No. You were being the world’s best friend, outing Jeremy on the altar during our wedding. Well done, Levi. Really. Maybe you’ll get another medal.”
“Faith,” he said, “let me ask you a question. What were you thinking during the wedding? Because your face was as white as your dress, and Jeremy was sweating blood. It was a disaster waiting to happen. And if it did, he never would’ve left you.”
“We would’ve made it work.”
“That’s ridiculous. You both would’ve been trapped.”
“You can shut up now.” Her jaw ached from clenching.
“Someday, you’ll be glad you didn’t marry him.”
“I’m thinking about kicking you in the nuts, Levi. Shut. Up.”
Finally, he did. Her eyes stung from tears, and more tears kept flowing. The paper towel she’d used to wipe her face was smeared with makeup.
Soon, she’d be away. She’d be away from horrible Levi, away from the town where everyone was talking about her, away from Jeremy and his beautiful eyes and happy face.
She wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, was only aware that her eyes were burning, her head heavy. At some point, she slid down in the chair, and there was something under her cheek. A hand on her shoulder.
She woke groggily. Someone was shaking her gently. “Time to go, Faith,” a voice said.
Levi. Right. Her head was in his lap. She sat up, wincing. Felt as if she’d been beaten with a golf club. Blue was on his feet, tail wagging. “I took him out about an hour ago,” Levi added.
“Passengers in first class may begin boarding,” the airline person was saying. “This is American Airlines flight 1523, direct to San Francisco. First-class passengers, please begin boarding.”
Thank God. She stood up, adjusted her shirt and ran a hand over her head. She’d forgotten to take her hair down; it was still in the complicated and beautiful twist from this morning.
Levi stood as well, and she managed to look as far as his chin. “Tell him I’m doing all right, okay?” she said, then tightened her grip on the dog’s leash.
“Lie, you mean?” he said, with a small flash of a grin.
She didn’t return it. “Yeah.” She took the handle of her suitcase and started over to the gate.
“Faith?”
She looked back at him.
His brows were drawn, his face serious. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out the way you wanted.”
Said the man who ruined her wedding. “Take care of yourself, Levi,” she said wearily. “Don’t get hurt over there.”
And with that, she and her dog boarded the plane.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
FAITH STOPPED OUTSIDE of Hugo’s and did a quick
