Sweet Little Lies: Heartbreaker Bay Book 1 (32 page)

“No, Finn. I—”

“Done,” he repeated with a terrifying finality. “I don’t want to see you again, Pru.”

And then he walked out, breaking the heart she hadn’t even realized she had inside her to break.

Weighted
down by so many emotions that she couldn’t name them all, Pru called in sick, letting Jake think she’d gotten her period and had debilitating cramps.

Since she’d never used such an excuse before, had in fact never missed work at all, she didn’t feel in the least bit sorry.

Her ovaries had to be good for something, right?

She marathoned
Game of Thrones
and never left the couch. Every time her mind wandered to Finn, her heart did a slow somersault in her chest, her lungs stopped working, and her stomach hurt, so she did what anyone would do in the throes of a bad breakup.

She ate.

The next morning she was jerked out of her stupor when someone knocked on her door. She blinked and looked around. She was still dressed, still on her
couch, surrounded by empty wrappings of candy bars and other varieties of junk food—the evidence of a pity party for one. She grabbed her phone but there were no missed calls, texts, or emails from Finn.

And why would there be? He’d been pretty clear.

He didn’t want to see her again.

The knock came again, less patient now. She got to her feet and looked out the peephole.

Willa, Elle, and Haley.

Elle was front and center, her eyes on the peephole.

“I’m not feeling very sociable,” Pru said. “In fact, I’m feeling pretty damn negative and toxic so—”

“Okay, listen, honey,” Elle said. “Life sucks sometimes. The trick is not letting negative and toxic feelings rent space in your head. Raise the rent and kick them the hell out. And I’ve brought help in that regard.” She lifted a bag.

Tina’s muffins.

Pru opened the door.

Elle handed her the bag.

Haley handed over a very large coffee.

Willa smiled. “My job is to be supportive and get you to talk.”

“Way to be subtle,” Elle said.

Ignoring that, Willa hugged Pru. “Okay, so I missed the subtle gene,” she said. “But you should know, we are unbelievably supportive.”

“Even if I screwed up?”

“Even if,” Willa said.

“I’m not going to talk about it,” Pru warned, barely able to talk past the lump in her throat. “Not now. Maybe not ever.”

Seemingly
unconcerned by this, they all moved into Pru’s apartment and eyed the scene of the crime.

Willa picked up an empty bag of maple bacon potato chips. “They make bacon chips?” She looked into the empty bag sadly. “Damn, I bet they were amazing.”

“How did you know something was wrong?” Pru asked with what she thought was a calm voice.

“Because you missed Eighties Karaoke and didn’t answer any of our calls last night,” Elle said. “And you’d told me you wouldn’t miss it unless Chris Evans came knocking at your door.” She looked Pru over, her rumpled sweats and what was undoubtedly a bad case of bedhead hair. “And I think it’s safe to say that didn’t happen.”

“It could have,” Pru muttered and set the coffee down to dive into the bag of muffins. She started with a chocolate chocolate-chip.

Haley reached to put her hand in the bag and Pru clutched it to her chest with a growl that rivaled Thor’s.

Haley lifted her hands. “Okay, not sharing. Got it.” She turned to Elle and Willa. “I think we’ve verified the breakup rumor.”

Pru froze. “There’s a breakup rumor?”

Willa lifted her hand, her first finger and thumb about an inch apart. “Little bit.”

Pru sank to the couch, still clutching her muffins. “I’d like to be alone now.”

“Sure,” Elle said. “We understand.” And then she sat on one end of the couch and picked up the remote to turn the volume up. “Season three, right? Love this show.”

Eyes on the screen, already enraptured, Haley sat on the other end.

Pru
opened her mouth to complain but Willa took the floor, leaning back on the couch, leaving a spot right in the middle for Pru.

She blew out a breath and in the respectful silence that she appreciated more than she could say, she wasn’t alone at all.

Two days later Pru walked to work. In the rain. She knew she was bad off when Thor didn’t complain once. He did however, keep looking up at her, wondering what their mood should be.

Devastated. That was the current mood. But she didn’t want to scare him. “We’re going to be okay.”

Thor cocked his head, his one stand-up ear quivering a little bit.

He didn’t believe her.

And for good reason. She hadn’t slept. She’d called in sick again and Jake had let her get away with that.

Until this morning. He’d called her at the crack of dawn and said, “I don’t care if your uterus is falling out of your body, take some Midol and get your ass into work. Today.”

She wasn’t surprised. And to be honest, she was ready to get back to it after a two-day pity party involving more ice cream than she’d eaten in her twenty-six years total. She’d run out of self-pity stamina. Turned out it was hard to maintain that level of despair.

So with it now at a dull roar, she’d showered and dressed and headed to work. “I just feel . . . stupid,” she told Thor. “This is all my fault, you know.”

“Honey,” a woman said, passing her on the sidewalk. “Never admit that it’s all your fault.” She was wearing
the smallest, tightest red dress Pru had ever seen, and the five-inch stilettos were impressive.

“But this time it really is,” Pru told her.

“No, you’re misunderstanding me. Never admit it’s your fault,
especially
when it is.”

The woman walked on but Thor stopped and put his front paws on Pru’s leg.

She picked him up and he licked her chin.

Her throat tightened. “You love me anyway.” She hugged him, apparently squeezing too tight because he suffered it for about two seconds and then growled.

With a half laugh and half sob, she loosened her grip. When she got to work, she walked straight through the warehouse to the offices. She passed those by too and headed back to the area where Jake lived.

He was lifting weights, the music blaring so loud the windows rattled. She turned off the music and turned to face him.

“You okay?” he asked, dropping the weights, turning his chair to face her, his face creased in worry.

She’d planned what she would say to him. Something like
I know, you told me so, blah blah blah, so let’s not talk about it, let’s just move on
. And she opened her mouth to say just that but nothing came out.

“What’s going on?”

She burst into tears.

Looking pained, he stared at her. “Did you forget the Midol? Because I bought some, it’s in my bathroom. I’ve had it for over a year, I’ve just never figured out how to give it to you without getting my head bit clean off.”

She threw her purse at him. “I didn’t get my damn period!”

“Oh
shit,” he said, blanching. “Oh fuck. Okay, first I’ll kill him and then—”

“No!” She actually laughed through her tears. “I’m not pregnant.”

He let out a long breath. “Well, Jesus, lead with that next time.”

Pru shook her head and turned to go, but he was faster than her even in his chair. He got in front of her and blocked the door.

“Talk to me, chica,” he said.

“You done being a stupid guy?”

“I’ll try to be.” He said this quite earnestly, his gaze on hers. “You did tell him then.”

She nodded.

“And . . . it went to hell?” he guessed.

“In a hand basket,” she agreed.

“I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be. I was a dumbass. I should have told him from the get-go like you said a million times.”

Jake let out a rare sigh. “Look, chica, yeah, you made a mistake. But everything you did was for the right reasons. You should feel good about that. You set out to help everyone from the accident and now you can say you did that. In a big way. In a much bigger way than anyone else I know would have.”

She thought about it and realized she did feel good about that part. “So it’s mission accomplished,” she said softly.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Proud of you.”

The words were a balm on her broken heart. The ache didn’t go away and she wasn’t sure if it ever would.
Loss was loss, and Finn no longer being in her life was a hard pill to swallow. But she’d survived worse and she’d come back from rock bottom.

She could do it again.

Well . . . next time maybe tell him who she was before sexy times and getting hearts involved . . .

The first two days were a complete blur to Finn. On day three, he stood in his shower contemplating the level of suckage his life had become until the hot water ran out. He stood there as it turned cold and then icy, completely forgetting that they were on a water watch and he’d pay a penalty if he went over his allowed usage for the month.

He was sitting on his couch staring at the still-off TV when Sean called. “I’m taking tonight off,” Finn said.

“Oh, hell no you’re not,” Sean said. “Three fucking nights in a row? I can’t do this by myself, Finn. This is a damn partnership and you need to start acting like it.”

Finn dropped his head, closed his eyes, and fought the laugh. “Are you throwing my words back in my face?”

“Hell yes.” Sean paused. “Is it working?”

“I think you owe me more than a few nights.”

Sean blew out a breath. “Yeah.” He paused again, this one a beat longer. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit,” Sean said. “You take time off never. Let me guess. You’re . . . running away from home? No, it’s worse than that. Shit. Just tell me quick, like ripping off a Band-Aid. You’re dying?”

“I’m
not dying. Jesus, you’re such a drama queen.”

“Right, then what?” Sean demanded. “Are you dumping me, is that it?”

Finn pinched the bridge of his nose. Sean’s greatest fear was being dumped, and to be fair, he’d earned that particular anxiety the hard way from their parents. Pulling his head out of his own ass was hard but Finn managed for a second to do just that. “I can’t dump you,” he said, “you’re my brother.”

“People dump their family all the time,” Sean said, and then paused. “Or they just walk away.”

Finn softened and let out a sigh. “Okay, so yeah, I suppose I
could
dump you. And don’t get me wrong, there are entire days where I’d like to at least strangle you slowly. But listen to me very carefully, Sean. I’ve honestly never, not once, wanted to dump you from my life.”

There was a long silence. When Sean finally spoke, his voice was thick. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’d do anything for you. And I’ll never walk away from you.” And up until a few days ago, he’d have given Pru that very same promise.

And yet he had walked away from her.

At that thought, the first shadow of doubt crept in, icy tendrils as relentless as the afternoon fog.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up?” Sean asked. “If it’s not me and the pub’s okay, then what? You mess up with Pru or something?”

“Why would you say that?” Finn demanded.

“Whoa, man, chill. It’s a matter of elimination. Other than work, there’s nothing else that could get to you like this. So what happened?”

“I
don’t want to talk about it.”

Sean was quiet a second. “Because of Mellie? I apologized for that like a thousand times but I’ll do it again. I was an asshole and an idiot. And drunk off my ass that night. And it was a long time ago. I’d never—”

“This has nothing to do with Mellie,” Finn said.

“Then what? Because Pru’s pretty damn perfect.”

Finn sighed. Not perfect. But perfect for him . . . “Why does it have to be anyone’s fault?”

Sean laughed wryly. “It’s just the way of the world. Men screw up. Women forgive—or don’t, as the case often goes.”

Finn blew out a breath. “I walked away. I had my reasons but I’m not sure I did the right thing.” It was a hell of an admission considering he rarely second-guessed himself.

“If I’ve learned one thing from you,” Sean said, “it’s to suck it up and always do the
right
thing. Not the easy thing, the right thing.”

Finn managed a short laugh. “Listen to you, all logical and shit.”

“I know, go figure, right? So . . . you going to do it? The right thing?”

Finn sighed. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“Just hurry up and handle it and get your ass back to work.”

“There he is.”

When
Finn finally made his way to the pub that night, he stood in the middle of the bar as music played around him. His friends and customers were all there having fun, laughing, dancing, drinking . . .

The pub was a huge success, beyond his wildest imagination. He’d never really taken the time to notice it. But he was noticing now that his heart had been ripped out of his chest by a gorgeous dynamo of a woman with eyes that sucked him in and held him, a sweet yet mischievous smile that had taken him places he’d never been . . . then there was how he’d felt in her arms.

Like Superman.

And he’d dumped her. Roughly. Cruelly. And her crime? Nothing more than trying to make sure he was okay after a tragedy that hadn’t even been her fault. Not in the slightest.

Hating
himself for that, he stopped right in the middle of the place. He wasn’t in the mood for this. He needed to think, needed to figure out what the hell to do to alleviate this pain in his chest and the certainty that he’d walked away from the best thing that had ever happened to him.

But everyone was at the bar, waving at him. Bracing himself for the inquisition, he headed that way.

“Rumor is that you’ve been a dumbass,” Archer said.

Finn stared at him. “How the hell did you know—”

“The girls and I stopped by Pru’s place,” Willa said.

“Is she okay?”

“She looks and sounds like her heart’s been ripped out.” Willa met his gaze. “She’d clearly been crying.”

Shit.