Page 97 of Pleasure Island
“I think you figure that out when you stop listening to all the noise that doesn’t matter and pay attention to what your heart is saying.” He hitched up a shoulder before taking a sip of his beer. “I knew almost from the beginning that things with Michelle were different. It took me a while to stop fighting it though.”
“I don’t know if I’m the one fighting things,” I said, staring into my glass of whiskey as if it held the answers I sought.
There were no answers though. Not even when I tossed the rest of the liquor back and slammed the glass down on the countertop.
“Well, maybe you should start with that.”
I shot him a puzzled look.
“Talk to her. You’re just now having thatah-hamoment. Maybe the two of you need to talk about how you feel and see if that doesn’t clear the air.”
* * *
Talk to her.
It seemed to be wise advice, although the thought of going back to her while this stalker thing was still unsettled made me even more leery.
Of course, shying away from the idea wasn’t really ideal, either.
I heard the echo of Mila’s voice in my ear –that’s running away.
She was talking about dealing with whoever had been in her bungalow while I was thinking about a different matter altogether, but the same rules seemed to apply. How did running away solve this?
It pissed me off then because I finally put myself in Mila’s shoes. She was right. I wouldn’t have called off a wedding or any event if I’d been the one in danger.
Why would I think she’d change anything anyway? Not that understanding that made me feel any better.
She was strong, stubborn and capable – and she’d just made one hell of a change in her life, one that promised to make her very happy. Maybe I was one of the changes she’d be better off without.
I didn’t like the way that knowledge settled inside me.
Not at all.
