Marek (Cold Fury Hockey #11)(26)
He stares at me a moment before giving me a curt nod. I give him one in return before I step toward the staircase, but not before I tell him one last thing.
“I had a job interview this morning at the hospital,” I tell him softly. “My references checked out and they called to offer me the job this afternoon. I know it’s because Josie put in a personal word for me but…well, I’m starting in two days.”
“Congratulations,” he says flatly.
“I’m going to look for a place for Lilly and me.” It was something I had considered, but didn’t decide for sure until he pulled away from that amazing kiss to tell me how much I disgusted him.
This is for the best.
I know Josie’s idea for me to stay here rent free was a good one and would be the most beneficial way for me to get my parents out of trouble with the bank, but I can’t do this. I can’t have Marek dangling himself in front of me like a carrot. Not when my heart is still so tied up with him. It took me a long time to move past the pain of him leaving me, and I don’t want to get hurt again. It might not be the most economic decision, but I do have a little money in savings. Enough to put down first and last month’s rent on a place for sure.
By taking the job that was offered, I drew my line in the sand with Owen, because that was my way of confirming to myself I wasn’t going back. I’d have to figure out some way to help my parents, but that was fine.
And by moving out of this house, I’m also drawing my line in the sand with Marek.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says, a vague softening of his expression perhaps to entice me.
I shake my head. “Yeah. I do. But you can see Lilly whenever you want. You have a lot of time to make up for.”
Turning for the staircase, I brace myself for anything else he might have to say. His words too often have too much power over me.
But he remains silent as I trot lightly up the stairs and shut myself in my bedroom after checking on Lilly.
My heartbeat has returned to normal. It had been going as fast as hummingbird wings when Marek kissed me, but now it feels steady and calm.
This is good for what I need to do.
I crawl onto the bed and settle myself against the pillows, my feet planted on the mattress. I hold my phone up and flip through my contacts. Taking a deep breath, I press Owen’s name and wait for him to answer.
I’d much rather do this via text so I don’t have to hear his wrath, but then that would just become long and drawn out. I’d made up my mind, and I’m immensely relieved I finally have the backbone to walk away from what was surely the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in my life, which was accepting his proposal. Maybe it’s the five hundred miles between us that’s given me the fortitude, but for the first time I’m going to take on my parents’ problems and help them in a different way. I just hope I can find something reasonably affordable to live in and that the bank would work with me to make payments.
The phone rings four times, each ring making my palms sweat worse as I get closer to having to battle it out with Owen.
On the fourth ring, I heave a sigh of relief when his voicemail comes on, and that tells me I wasn’t quite as brave as I’d made myself out to be.
His message is brief and arrogant. “Owen Waller. Leave a message and I’ll try to get back to you soon.”
The beep startles me, and there’s a few seconds of silence where I can’t get the words out. A tiny breath to get my lungs working and I lay it out. “It’s me. I’d hoped to talk to you, but I’m sorry. I can’t marry you, Owen, and I hate to leave this voicemail like this, but I’ve decided to stay here. I’m sorry for hurting you.”
I hang up quickly and without any formal goodbye. My last words almost didn’t come out.
I’m sorry for hurting you.
He wouldn’t be hurt. He’d be pissed, and I had barely four weeks until the note came due on my parents’ house to figure out a plan.
Without any thought, I dial my mother, needing to hear her voice. I’d just talked to her earlier this afternoon to tell her I’d gotten the job offer but I wasn’t sure what to do. While my parents missed Lilly and me like crazy, she was completely clear on her feelings.
“Take the job,” she’d said urgently into the phone. “Make a new and good life for you and Lilly there.”
“But you and Dad,” I croaked into the phone, my throat closing off with emotion and worry.
“We’ll come visit soon, I promise.”
Not a word about the note, and that was because we never talked about it. My parents didn’t know that I even knew about the extent of their financial troubles. I learned every bit of it from Owen, and being the parents that they are, who love and want to protect me, they never laid their troubles on my doorstep.
It’s why I’m totally going behind their backs to the bank to work out a payment plan with them. I’ll tell them about it later.
My mom answers in a whispery voice, which tells me that my dad must be sleeping. “Hey, honey, what’s up?”
I cut right to the heart of the matter. “I just left Owen a voicemail that I couldn’t marry him. I’m going to take that job offer.”
Her voice never raises, but it’s loud with gratitude. She wants me free of Owen more than anything. While she never understood why I agreed to marry him, because I’d never tell her that he made me complicit in digging them out of their financial woes, she also knew that I was not marrying him out of love. “I’m glad, Gracen. That’s totally the right decision for you and Lilly right now.”