Cami frowned. "So he didn't sayanythingto you while you packed?"
She'd asked me same question several times already. I realized why. It reallywashard to believe that not a single word had passed between us during the whole time I'd gathered up my things.
But that's the way it happened.
At the time, I'd been too heart-broken to talk, even as I tried not to show it. And Brody? He'd been stone-cold silent, showing no emotion whatsoever.
Who knows? Maybe there was none to show.
We neverdidsay goodbye.
Was I crying over him now?
Oh yeah.But I tried to do it quietly, and only in the middle of the night, so Cami wouldn't have to suffer along with me.
And Iwassuffering – not only because I missed him like crazy, but also because I realized that much of my misery was of my own making.
I should've asked him directly for the truth.
But I hadn't.
So here I was.
Wherehewas, I couldn't be certain. And maybe that was for the best – or at least, that's what I kept telling myself – over and over.
For all the good it did.
Chapter 71
Brody
I stopped short at the sight of Chase standing in my kitchen. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Eating cookies," he said from behind the counter. "What does it look like?"
Fucker.He wasn't eating cookies. He was eatingthecookies – the ones Arden had baked for me.
The cookies – still on their original plate – were sitting on the main counter where I'd left them three days ago after finding them, along with the check, in Arden's old closet at the crew house.
I hadn't eaten any. But I hadn't thrown them out either.
Now in my kitchen, I looked down at the plate. From what I could tell, Chase had eaten three, maybe four cookies, leaving a dozen or so left.
I grabbed the plate and shoved it aside, far out of his reach. "Those aren't for you," I told him.
In his hand was a half-eaten cookie. "What?" he laughed. "You want this one, too?"
I did.But hell if I'd admit it.
When my only reply was a long, pissed-off look, Chase popped the remainder of the cookie into his mouth and grinned. "I don't know why you're pissed," he said. "They're stale as fuck."
I felt my jaw clench. "Then why are you eating them?"
With a mouthful of cookie, he said, "Because they're damned good."
Good, stale, or both – I didn't want them. And yet, I hadn't thrown them out either. Instead, I'd brought them all the way to my condo, where they'd been sitting there, taunting me from the same countertop for three days now.
Chase said, "Hey, you wanna hear something funny?"
