Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
He shrugs as if not knowing my injured fiancé was flying home today after being in the hospital the last few days was not a big deal. “I knew you had class and a lot on your plate today.” He drags a hand through his brown hair. “I thought you’d be happier to see me to be honest. Are you going to kiss me or what?”
Awesome.
I give him a weak smile and make my way over to the couch prepared to give him a short kiss. Guilt flashes through me and I feel lightheaded at the thought of kissing someone else after the last few days with Jacob, even if that person is my fiancé.
Wait. I should just… do this now. I drop to the love seat and stare at Parker. He wasn’t a bad person. He’d been kind to me and while I didn’t feel the same things that I felt with Jacob, I had cared for him. You never expect the person you meet after the relationship that breaks you to compare. Nothing could have compared to Jacob. No one could measure up. He’d set the bar so high leaving impossible shoes to fill.
I let out a sigh and I shake my head wholly unprepared for this conversation but knowing I had to have it. Where the fuck do I even start? I’ve never broken up with anyone before. It’s not you, it’s me? That’s a lie, it’s definitely you. You’re not Jacob Maxwell Price.
“Parker, I think you are a really wonderful man.”
Tears prickle in my eyes and I can feel them building in my throat. Fuck, I thought this would be easier. I can hear my phone vibrating in the distance. I’d left my purse on the wooden credenza at the entrance to the living room and now I’m sure Jacob is calling me again after I missed his first call.
“But I’m not being honest with myself or with you.”
He frowns and I can feel his eyes on me as I stare at my hand and the ring sitting on my left hand.
“I said yes because you were sweet and loved me and we’d been together a reasonable amount of time and that’s what you do when the man you’re living with asks you to marry him, right? You say yes.” I pull my gaze away from my hand and up to the man who’s staring at me with a look of horror. “But that’s not enough for a marriage, Parker. That’s not enough for a life together.”