Page 142 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
“Why are you angry?” he asked, his voice completely calm, which only made me more angry.
“I’m exhausted. I’m freaking exhausted. I’ve been going nonstop, and I just wanted to see your face, and you’ve been sodistant since I left, and now you’re going out and I’m going to bed.” I sniffed a few times, a desperate attempt to stop the tears from coming. “My elevator is here, and I need to go.”
“Don’t give up on me, beautiful,” he said, his green gaze locking with mine.
What does that even mean?
I wasn’t the one giving up on him.
He was the one who’d been shutting me out. He was the one who hadn’t told me how he felt.
I’d been putting myself out there this whole time.
“Good night, Archer.” I ended the call and stepped onto the elevator.
As soon as the doors closed, I let the tears fall.
Everything hit me at once.
All the travel. The lack of sleep. The hustle and bustle that I’d experienced over the last two and a half weeks.
But mostly my tears were falling because I was in love with a man I knew loved me back.
But I wasn’t certain he would ever allow himself to admit it.
I pushed into my hotel room, then dropped on my bed and kicked off my shoes as I swiped at my cheeks.
My phone vibrated, and I glanced down to see a text from Archer.
Of course, it was cryptic and only frustrated me more.
Archie
Hey. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know she’d answered the phone. I promise we’ll talk tomorrow and I’ll explain everything. I miss you, Winnie.
I didn’t reply. Instead, I padded to the bathroom and turned on the water in the tub.
But I was ready to have that talk.
Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
thirty-seven
. . .
Archer
I landedin New York after flying through the night so I could make it to Winnie’s hotel this morning. Her next stop was in New Jersey, so she’d be staying here another night.
I owed her a face-to-face conversation.
I’d been an idiot, and I was here because she deserved better than what I’d given her.
I could tell that she was upset last night, but I wanted to see her in person.
Bridger had flown me here on his plane, and he even had a car waiting for me when I landed.
“Do you mind pulling over at this flower stand on the corner?” I asked the driver.
