Page 165 of Bound By Fire
That doesn’t sound like Ridge.
“I don’t know so much.”
“I think it will.” She lifts a shoulder. “You are an awesome woman. He’d be an idiot to walk away and not look back. And I don’t think he is one.”
I want her to be right. I want it so badly, but I’ve seen the look in his eyes. It’s a mix of regret and something else I can’t quite put a finger on. Disappointment, maybe. He looks like he’s already said goodbye.
“I think he’s going to walk out of those doors,” I say, “and then I’m never going to see him again. That’ll be it.” My eyes fill before I can stop them. I tilt my face up at the ceiling and try to blink it away.
“Oh, hon.” Carla is up and around the desk in two strides. She wraps her arms around me from the side and leans her cheek on the top of my head. “You know I’m here for you, right?”
“I know.”
“I mean it. Whatever happens. Whatever he does or doesn’t do. I’m here.”
“Thank you.” I sniff.
She squeezes a little tighter, then lets go and crouches by my chair so she can look up at me. “He’d be crazy, Robyn. I mean it. It would be his loss. I’m going to fetch you some lasagna in a takeout box. You can eat here at your desk. You’ll feel better after you have some food in your belly.”
I nod, even though I doubt it.
I’m already miserable, and he hasn’t left yet. She’s right, though, I need to tell him how I feel, even though I know what his answer will be. I have to try.
