Page 102 of Yours To Take
Because if so, no TV show writer has ever gotten it right before. It’s a million times worse than they show.
Unlocking the door, my eyes lock onto Clint’s. I don’t miss the way he looks over my appearance.
“You look like shit.” He hands me a cup of coffee and walks inside.
“Nice to see you too.”
“We’ve got a lot to do this morning. Are you going to be up for it?”
I suck back half my coffee in one gulp, nearly singeing my tongue. “I’ll be fine.”
“Are you going to shave?”
I run a hand through the scruff on my jaw. “Do you really think they’ll care if I’m not clean shaven?”
“No, but I do. What’s wrong?”
I ignore him, walking out to the balcony that overlooks the beach and dropping onto the cushioned chair.
“You going to ignore me?”
“Trying to.” I laugh, sucking down more of my coffee. At least it’s making me feel more human.
“Is this about that girl?”
“That girl’s name is Gemma,” I growl. He says it so casually that it grates on what few remaining nerves I have.
“Of course this is about her.” He laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so sad as you were before we flew home on Sunday.”
“Sorry I’m not more chipper.”
“Look, Blake. Clearly Dixon meant a lot to you. But today is a big day. This show could mean big things for you, and I don’t want you to mess it up because you’re sad.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I roar. Whatever thread I had on my sanity has snapped. “I’m sorry I’m not living up to whatever image you have in your head of me, but you’ll get what you get today.”
Clint gives me a no bullshit look. It’s one he’s used often with me.
And one that I don’t always like.
“You love her.”
I grind my jaw together, shifting my attention back to the beach.
Surfers are out riding the waves. People run by on the boardwalk. A couple walks by on the sidewalk holding hands.
And I’m sitting here with a broken heart.
“I do.”
“Think she’ll come here?”
I shake my head. “Her life is in Dixon.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t have worked out.”
“Are you serious with this shit, Clint? I’m barely holding on as it is.”
“Hear me out.”
