Dare to Dream (Carolina Beach #1)(4)

By: C.A. Harms

He quickly faced me once again, and a look of shock and sadness filled his features.

“A heart attack,” I whispered before he could ask me how. Tucker reached out to pull me in for a hug, but I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed him away in my first sign of anger since entering his house.

“I was at the hospital all day. I wasn’t even able to say good-bye to him, and meanwhile you were here screwing her.” I pointed over his shoulder. “I was falling apart, and instead of answering your phone, you were here doing what you always do. Thinking of only yourself.”

“Please listen to me,” he pleaded as he once again attempted to move in closer.

“No,” I interrupted, “you listen to me. Don’t call me, don’t come over. Don’t offer me your sad words and condolences because I don’t want them. I don’t need them. Because nothing you say means a damn thing. Just stay away from me.”

His shoulders sagged, but I felt nothing for this man anymore. I was done with the games. I was done with his lies. I wished I could go back in time to three weeks ago and tell him no when he insisted we were meant to be together. His lame attempts at pretending I was enough for him when he’d take me to dinner or the movies had all been just a game.

I should have been angry at the woman who still lay in his bed, but I only felt sorry for her. I knew she actually believed Tucker had chosen her when he had only picked her to fill time until he found his next conquest. She was nothing special, and somehow beneath all my grief and heartache, I found that sad. The man before me was nothing more than a heartless bastard who used women, and I refused to waste any further time hoping for more from him.

“Because at this point, Tucker, I don’t think we can even be friends anymore.” I backed away. “I don’t want anything from you.”

I turned and walked to the front door as fast as my legs could carry me.

“Greer,” he called out, “I loved him too.”

My chest ached at his words because I knew they were true, but I refused to look back.

Whatever Tucker and I had once had was all over. As I left the house, I felt as though another part of my world had just crashed to my feet in flames.

Chapter 3

I nodded at each person that stepped up to my father’s casket and accepted their hugs and kind words. I did my best to show my appreciation for them showing up to offer their condolences, but inside I was screaming for an escape, for a safe place where I didn’t have to pretend I’d be okay. I needed to get lost in my misery.

“Greer.” My body tensed at the sound of Tucker’s voice. I couldn’t do this, not here, not with a roomful of people watching.

I saw Tucker in a different light now, one that only enhanced the ugliness I now understood lay inside him. Instead of looking appealing, he seemed ridiculous to me now. A man that spent as much time and effort fixing his hair and primping as Tucker did was a man that needed to be dragged through the mud—literally. A real long-ass stretch of mud to teach him how to be a real man. The only desire I felt for him now was one to get as far away from him as I possibly could.

I gave him a look that I hoped displayed the disgust I felt for him, only he didn’t back down.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“For what?” I snapped. “For my loss, or the fact you turned out to be a lying, cheating ass?”

He flinched and I heard a surprised gasp at my side, but I refused to acknowledge it.

“I understand that you loved my father. And showing up to express your sympathies is understandable,” I said, trying to keep my voice low. “But you and I have absolutely nothing left to say to one another. Because no amount of apologies will ever erase what you did. Loving my father also meant loving his daughter, not treating her like a fool. You chose to take things between us to a different level, then you couldn’t even refrain for one month before jumping into bed with one of your whores. So save your condolences, because I don’t want them.”

I thought he would say more, and I could tell he wanted to, but he only nodded as he moved past me with his head hung in defeat. I took in a deep breath and did my best to slow my racing heart.

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