Page 54 of Love Overboard
“Because you weren’t there.”
My breath stalled in my throat.
The air between us was dry and hot, crackling with everything we had left unsaid for two years. And that betrayal I’d almost forgotten about seeped in like sludge, slowing my heart.
He was right. I didn’t go with him.
Because I didn’t know he would be going in a different direction until the night before we were set to leave.
And he was forgetting to mention a big piece of this puzzle: he didn’t come withme, either.
Now, he was back in yachting with another woman.
Which told me loud and clear that I had never been enough for him.
I let out a hollow laugh, my mouth falling open. “Right. Because I’m a woman, so it’s me who should drop everything to cater to whateveryouwant, right? Fuck my own aspirations?”
Finn blinked, like he’d been in a spell and my words had snapped him out of it. Regret shaded his gaze. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Save it,” I spat. “We’ve already had this fight, remember? No need to do it again.”
I turned before he could say another word, my pulse roaring in my ears as I grabbed the pitcher of spritzer and headed toward the guests, plastering a smile on my face.
Business as usual.
Even if everything inside me was still burning.
POST-PRODUCTION CONFESSIONAL
CLOSE QUARTERS
SEASON 4
PALMER HUGHES: BOSUN
Palmer watches footage, shakes head, runs hand over jaw.
PRODUCER
That second crew night out was a memorable one, huh?
PALMER
I mean… it didn’t feel like it then. We’d survived a charter being one stew down, the guests were happy, the tip was bigger than the last one… Everyone was drunk, yeah, but that’s what you do on a crew night out. You get wasted and forget about work for a while. It seemed fine at the time.
PRODUCER
And now?
PALMER
I’m surprised none of us saw the flashing neon sign warning us of what was to come.
PRODUCER
Do you think that night was significant, then?
Palmer laughs.
