Page 216 of Bound By Fire
“Are you out on bail?”
“Why did you do it?”
“Get in,” Carla shouts.
I jump in the car, and she races away. The journalists are running to their vehicles to give chase.
“Crap,” I say.
“Holy shit! You’re famous.” Carla’s eyes are wide.
After a minute or two, Carla slows down.
“That was nice of Ridge,” she says.
I make a noise of agreement.
“I’m sure he’ll come and see you.”
“Why?” I ask.
“To apologize in person and to clear the air. I’m sure you still have feelings for him. You can’t just switch them off.”
“Ridge and I are over.” I laugh, but it sounds hollow. “What am I saying? Ridge and I were never a thing. Not really. It was just sex. Let’s forget about Ridge.”
“We won’t talk about him.” Carla glances my way.
“Now you’re talking.”
I’ll get over him. It’s not like I knew him for long or anything. I’ll be just fine.
