I turned to Indie, wrinkling my nose. “Do you even smoke heroin?”
Indie shrugged; she looked very uncomfortable standing between us. She turned to me, cupped my face in her hands and held my eyes. “Do you want me to stay?”
I covered her hands with mine. “I’m fine.”
She searched my face, then nodded. Walking straight up to the hulking, brooding man standing in the doorway, she jabbed her finger into his chest. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. If you hurt her any more . . . so help me God. I’ll blow the first guy from housekeeping with a set of passkeys, sneak into your room while you’re sleeping, and when you wake up, you’ll think Lorena Bobbitt had visited.”
She grabbed her running shoes from the closet and disappeared after one more menacing look.
Then it was just a slightly drunk me and Brody.
“Can we sit down?”
“Why? You’re not staying long.”
Brody clenched his teeth so hard, I thought he might crack a pearly white. “Because you’re swaying back and forth. Thought it might be better if you sat your ass down.”
I turned back to the room. Not because he wanted me to sit, but because the room began to spin. I sat on the edge of the bed. Brody stood in front of me.
I looked up. Even in my intoxicated state, I could see my future with just a glimpse into his green eyes. I was suddenly terrified. My eyes darted around the room. The dresser, the TV, the other bed . . . anywhere but at the man standing right in front of me.
He kneeled down. “Delilah?”
“You should leave. There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Bullshit.”
“Nothing happened.”
I stared at my hands for a moment. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Fuck if it doesn’t.”
I waited and then dragged my eyes up to his. “Do you love her?”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before reopening them. “Yeah. But not like you think. We have a lot of history. I just don’t want to see her hurting herself anymore.”
When I looked away again, he put two fingers under my chin and lifted so our eyes met. “I love you, Delilah.”
“You can’t love two women at the same time.”
“You can. You just don’t love them the same. If you fall in love with someone else, the other person you still love was never meant to be yours forever.”
His words eviscerated what was left of my fragile heart.
I couldn’t do that to Drew. I just couldn’t.
Brody covered my hands with his. “Do you love me?”
I didn’t answer.
“Delilah?”
I couldn’t love him. I still loved Drew.
I was terrified, as I looked into his eyes, that he could see through my lie. “No. I don’t.”
Chapter 38
Delilah
“You look like shit.”
Every time I blinked my eyes, my head throbbed harder. I attempted to lift my aching skull from the pillow but had to put it back down again. It was nearly four in the morning when we finally went to sleep. I’d cried so much, I was certain the headache was caused partly by dehydration.
“What time is it?” My voice was a groan littered with cracks.
“Time for you to get your sorry ass out of bed.”
I pulled the cover up over my head. “I liked you better when you felt sorry for me and sat up handing me tissues from the box.” After Brody had left, Indie held me for hours while I cried. I cried right through intoxicated and straight into a hangover.
“You have to be at the pregame at one, and it’s going to take you an hour to get the swelling under your eyes down. I ordered you breakfast. Dry toast, a pot of coffee, orange juice and a side order of ice for that face.”
I pulled the blanket down enough to poke one eye out. “Where are you going?” She was tying her shoes.
“For a run.”
“Ugh.” I pulled the cover back over my head.
“There’s two Motrin on the table next to you and water. Suck it down and stay in bed until room service knocks.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
She chuckled. “Be back in an hour. Don’t fall back asleep.”
***
At least I look way better than I feel. I stared at my reflection in the shiny metal-and-glass door in the hallway leading to the locker room. The Steel had won 21-14, with Brody running in the winning touchdown with thirty seconds left in the game. He deserved to be happy. The last week had been awful, to say the least. A lesser player might not have been able to focus and play the way he had. I was proud of him, but also extremely anxious to walk into that locker room.
Playoff games had triple the number of reporters. Everyone needed a sound bite for the news tonight, and most wanted more. The lines to speak to the players would be an hour long. We had three reporters going in today, not just me. Nick approached with Michael Langley at his side. “You ready?” Nick had flown in this morning, and I doubted he knew that Brody and I broke up.
“Yes.” I picked up my bag and started to follow, but Michael stopped me, putting his hand on my arm.
“You okay?”
I forced a smile. “I’m ready. Don’t worry.”
“That’s not what I asked. Are you okay?”
I took a breath. “I will be. Thank you.”