For the Record (Record #3)(41)

“I forgave you for the shit that you put me through!” she yelled back, standing and walking across her room in frustration. “And I never even said I was going to forgive him. I didn’t say anything. I’m just willing to hear out what he has to say.”

“Why? Why must you torture me with this? Hearing out your ex-boyfriend is the last thing that is good for us.”

“You saw and talked to Erin,” Liz pointed out.

“Erin didn’t hurt you!” Brady cried. He was clearly pissed off at this point and it just made her more frustrated. She hadn’t even wanted to see Hayden, but now this whole thing just irritated her.

“Erin made me lose my job! Erin pushed us back into the papers! You flaunted Erin in front of me for a year! She hurt me plenty.”

“Hayden sold us out to the papers in the first place!”

“Just because you want to hurt him doesn’t mean I can’t see him.”

“I do want to hurt him,” Brady admitted. “I hate the guy. He’s a douche bag. He’s unstable. He’s one more thing that kept you away from me. Can’t you see that you shouldn’t be around him?”

“Don’t tell me who I should see. I can make decisions for myself.”

“I’m not telling you! I’m asking you not to see him because it’s f*cking stupid, Liz.”

“Glad to know my decisions are f*cking stupid,” she grumbled.

“It’s not your decisions that are stupid. It’s just anything that involves him. He’s a parasite. He’s feeding off of your good nature.”

“My ex-boyfriend is a parasite?” Liz asked in disbelief. “You’re really winning your cause.”

“Fine. Go see him. Because that makes perfect sense.”

“I didn’t even want to see him! God!”

“Then why are you pushing this?” he asked, exasperated.

“Because you’re making it seem like I can’t see him if I want to. He didn’t say he wants to get back with me. He said he wants to make things right. If he makes one move or says one thing about wanting to get back with me, I’ll walk out of the building and let you tell me you told me so.”

“I’d rather not have to tell you.”

Liz sighed and tried to see Brady’s side in this. They were finally together and now her ex-boyfriend, who for a long time Brady had thought she had left him for, was trying to come back into the picture. Not so crazy for him to be pissed about it.

“Look, I don’t blame you for feeling like this, but I’m not one of your staffers. I’m your girlfriend.”

“I know you are,” he said with a sigh. “I’m not trying to dictate to you. I’m obviously poorly explaining my position. Let’s hope I do better on the campaign this year. Tell me how to convince you this is a bad idea.”

“Just trust me. If Erin came back to you, apologetic, begging to see you for coffee or lunch to make things right, what would you do? You would see her,” Liz answered for him.

“What would you say if I went?” he asked.

“I’d be insanely jealous, but I’d know that you left her for me and that is what matters. That it’s you and me.”

“Can you and me not include . . . him?”

“It is just you and me, but . . .”

“But?” he prompted.

Liz sighed, trying to mull it over. “I don’t know. If I decide to see him, I don’t want you to be pissed at me.”

Brady cursed under his breath. “You make this damn difficult, woman.”

“Well, you’re not the easiest person to live with either, Congressman.”

“No one ever said I was. But if he hurts you now, I can’t beat the shit out of him like he deserves,” Brady said coldly.

“I’m telling you that Hayden doesn’t want me back and he’s not going to hurt me. If he does want me back, then I’ll hurt him, okay? You have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not worried about us. I just . . .” Brady paused. “Hold on. Heather is calling.”

“Okay.”

Liz waited on the line for a few minutes, trying to dissect the conversation they’d just had. At first she had thought Brady felt threatened by Hayden, but even the idea of that was preposterous. Even while she had been with Hayden, she had been thinking about Brady.

“Hey, baby, I have to go. Can we continue this conversation tonight?” he asked.

“Sure,” Liz said with a sigh. So much to think about. She wished they could have worked it all out before he had to get off the phone, but maybe it would be good for them to cool down before they got into another argument.

Liz tossed her phone back on her bed and ran her hand back through her hair. The whole conversation had spiraled so far out of control.

Trying to clear her head, she walked into the kitchen, popped open a bottle of red wine, and poured herself a glass. Victoria walked in just then and raised an eyebrow.

“Long day?”

“Exams are over,” Liz said, raising her glass and taking a big gulp.

“I can’t believe we’re going to graduate in six days.”

“I can’t believe you’re moving to D.C. right after that.”