I should like him more than I do, but I don't feel the same compelling pull towards him that I did Sawyer. I don't think a pull like that is healthy, given how things turned out between us. I'd still prefer to have something more than the comfortable yet unenthused response my body has to Oliver.
It'll never be serious between us. I want to be burned up with fire for whomever I date next. Oliver barely causes a spark.
"Movie day?" he asks with a charming smile.
"Sure. I've got a conference call at five."
"Not a problem."
I need something to take my mind off Sawyer's letter and the good luck charm I don't know what to do with.
If I could take Mikael's place that night and spare you your pain, I would gladly do it. Sawyer's words kill me. I knew he was broken by the event that destroyed our lives, but I didn't understand how deeply he felt.
I don't want him hurt, and I definitely don't want him dead. I'm not entirely certain what I want, except that I find myself wishing I'd sat down with him and just … talked. Like normal people. Learned more about him, how he thinks, why the hell he was so nice to me when I was determined to hate him.
Too late. I messed that up beyond repair.
There's always Oliver, I guess. And the duck.