Page 79 of Kiss Marry Kill
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Megan. I’m not running away.”
“Then stay.”
He didn’t answer right away. He moved forward and wiped her tears, his face a mirror of hers—full of anguish. Except he was the cause of both of their heartache. “I gotta go, Megan.”
“Don’t bother with the tour.”
“Meg—” He looked down. “I’ll call you later. Make sure you’re okay.”
She shook her head, and turned away. “Just go. It’s what you’re good at.”
* * *
Later never happened. He didn’t call her.
At nine that evening, she curled on her couch with Rambo and fell asleep with fresh tears running down her face.
The next morning as she was getting out of the shower her doorbell rang at the same time as her phone. She picked up the phone first.
“Ms. Cruz. This is Santino from ICS, there’s a woman at your front gate.”
“One second, Santino.” Megan jogged to the nearest intercom unit and pressed a button, “Yes?”
“Hi, Megan. It’s Tamara. I was in the neighborhood. . . .”
“Tamara? Uh yeah, sure, let me buzz you in.” Why would Tamara visit? They weren’t friends. They barely knew each other. In fact, the only thing she knew about Tamara was that she was the ex-member of TNT and she grew up with Taylor and Nelly.
Megan hit the button and then put the cell phone back to her ear. “It’s okay. It’s just Tamara. I know her.”
“Boss says to keep your cell phone handy and to close the gate once she’s through.”
“Gotcha,” she said. Boss said. That meant that Jax was watching, hearing, observing. But he couldn’t be bothered to talk to her himself. As soon as Tamara left, she was going to call Jax and get to the bottom of things.
“Hi, Tamara. Come in.”
“Hi, Megan.” Tamara said, walking into the house. “I was on my way to work and thought I’d stop by, see how you were doing.”
Megan let her in and then closed the door behind her, escorting her to the living room. “Guess you saw it on the news?”
“I did. Nelly told me you were okay. I called, I hope that’s fine,” she said, nervously playing with the strap of her purse. She had on black-and-white leggings and a black tunic top with black heels and a black belt. She looked very chic and put together, her hair in a severe ponytail, not one single hair out of place. She was a very beautiful woman, Megan noted. She looked nothing like she had when they’d first met five years ago.
And this visit must have taken a lot of strength on Tamara’s part.
“There’s no hard feelings from my end, so yeah, that’s cool.”
“I know it’s weird, me coming here, but I saw what happened on the news and then . . .” her eyes watered, which surprised the crap out of Megan. “Life is too short. What if I never had the opportunity to apologize for everything that went down back then? It’s part of my healing, you know? To apologize. And I owe you a big one.”
“Tamara . . .” Megan waved her hand. “No, it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. I was in a bad place when you came into the picture. I know I caused you guys unnecessary drama with my threats to sue. I want to apologize for that. I’ve been meaning to apologize for that for a long time. I guess hearing you were almost kidnapped gave me the motivation to move things along.”
“No worries, Tamara. Really, it’s okay. But thank you for apologizing.” Megan said, unsure how else to respond. She really didn’t hold any grudge against the woman. But if Tamara needed to do this for herself, it was fine with her. “Oh, goodness. I didn’t even offer you anything to drink,” she said, standing up.
“Water would be great.”
“Be right back.” Megan went to the kitchen and when she came back with a water bottle, Tamara was on the far end of the living room where all her awards were kept, including her Grammy.
“Here you go,” Megan said, and Tamara looked over her shoulder.
