Page 158 of Heal Me, Love Me

“Aren’t you?”

“No.”

“But you’re not saying no.”

“Not yet.”

I looked toward Apex’s tinted windows, trying to hold on to my anger because the hurt beneath it was worse. “Who walked you through it?”

“Marcos sent it over, and Devon went through the fight details with me after.”

Of course he fucking did.

I dragged a hand over my face. “Devon.”

“What?”

“He asked me in Vegas if I was still fighting at middleweight.”

“You were in Vegas?”

“Yeah.”

“At my fight?”

“Yes. I came to watch you fight, and when I was leaving, Devon stopped me. He didn’t ask how Florida was going or about Atlantic Combat. He asked about my weight.”

“And you just left after?”

“We’d broken up.”

“That doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell me you were there.”

“I wasn’t there for anyone to notice me.”

“But Devon did.”

“Unfortunately.”

“And you still didn’t come find me?”

I dragged a hand over my face. “I didn’t think you wanted me there.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“You broke up with me.”

“Because we couldn’t keep pretending the distance wasn’t hurting us,” he said. “Not because I stopped caring.”

The problem was, I believed him. I could hear the truth in his voice, and somehow that hurt more than if he’d lied and told me he didn’t love me anymore. At least then, breaking up with me would’ve made sense. But he still cared, and he’d still been the one who decided we couldn’t be together.

I leaned back against the side of the building and peered down at the concrete. “You had a funny way of showing it.”

“Don’t.”

“Then don’t act like this is simple.”

“I’m not. You think I saw your name and felt nothing?”