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gave him, but the relief washes away with grief at

the realization that she forgave him. I don’t even

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know how to feel. I’m relieved for Ridge and

grieving for myself.

Warren sighs heavily, and I feel awful for al-

lowing him to see me react this way. I shouldn’t

have asked. Dammit, why did I ask?

“I wasn’t finished, Sydney,” he says quietly.

I shake my head and keep facing the opposite

direction while he gets out the rest of what he

wants to say.

“She forgave him for what happened with you,

but what happened with you was also an eye

opener about why they were even together in the

first place. It turns out she couldn’t find a good

enough reason to take him back. Ridge said she’s

got a lot of life left to live, but she can’t live it to the fullest when he’s constantly trying to hold her

back.”

I bring both hands to my face, completely per-

plexed by my heart now. Just seconds ago, I was

grieving because she forgave him, and now I’m

grieving because she didn’t.

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Just three months ago, I was sitting outside on

my suitcases in the rain, believing I was experi-

encing what it felt like to be heartbroken.

God, I was wrong. So damn wrong.

This is heartbroken.

This.

Right now.

Warren’s arms wrap around me, and he pulls

me to him. I know he doesn’t want to see me up-

set, and I’m really trying my best not to appear

that way. Crying about it won’t help, anyway. It

hasn’t helped for the past six days I’ve been do-

ing it.

I pull away from Warren and walk to the

counter, where I tear off a paper towel. I wad it

up and wipe my eyes with it. “I hate feelings,” I

say as I sniffle back more tears.

Warren laughs and nods in agreement. “Why

do you think I chose to be with a girl who has

none?”

The Bridgette diss makes me laugh. I do my

best to suck it up and wipe away the rest of my

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tears, because, as I told myself before, the out-

come of Ridge and Maggie doesn’t matter to my

situation. No matter how things turn out between

them, it still doesn’t mean anything for Ridge and

me. Things are entirely too complicated between

us, and nothing but space and time can change

that.

“I’ll go watch a movie with you,” I say to

Warren. “But it better not be a porn.”

Ridge

“Give me my damn keys, Ridge,” Warren signs.

I calmly shake my head for the third time in

five minutes. “I’ll give you the keys when you

tell me where she lives.”

He glares at me hard, still refusing to budge.

I’ve had his keys for most of the day now, and

I’ll be damned if I’ll give them back before he

gives me the information I need. I know it’s only

been three weeks since Maggie broke up with

me, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about

how everything I’ve done to Sydney has affected

her. I need to know if she’s okay. I’ve gone this

long without contacting her simply because I’m

not sure what I’ll say when I eventually do see

her. All I know is that I need to see her, or I’ll

more than likely never sleep again. It’s been

more than three weeks since the last time I had a

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full night’s sleep, and my mind just needs

reassurance.

Warren sits across from me at the table, and I

return my attention to the computer in front of

me. Despite the fact that I want to blame my en-

tire past few weeks on computers, I know it was

all my fault, so I sucked it up and bought a new

one. I still have to rely on a computer for income,

unfortunately.

Warren reaches across the table and slams my

laptop shut, forcing me to look up at him.

“Nothing good will come of it,” he signs. “It’s

only been three weeks since you and Maggie

ended things. I’m not giving you Sydney’s ad-

dress, because you don’t need to see her. Now,

give me my keys, or I’m taking your car.”

I grin smugly. “Good luck finding my keys.

They’re in the same spot I hid yours.”

He shakes his head in frustration. “Why are

you being such a dick, Ridge? She’s finally on

her own and making a life for herself and doing

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well, and you want to barge in and confuse her

all over again?”

“How do you know she’s doing well? Do you

talk to her?” The desperation in my question sur-

prises me, because I didn’t know until this

second just how much I need her to be okay.

“Yeah, I’ve seen her a few times. Bridgette