The Last of the Moon Girls(95)

Lizzy looked around the room and sighed. “I don’t even want to think about what’s coming when Evvie and Rhanna get back and see all this. Evvie isn’t going to let me out of her sight.”

“I wouldn’t blame her. In fact, I’m thinking a security system might not be a bad idea.”

“People in Salem Creek don’t have security systems, Andrew. Half of them don’t even lock their doors.”

“They’ll start once word of this gets out.”

Lizzy was about to respond when her cell phone pinged. She pulled it out of her purse, frowning when she saw the text from Luc.

Do you still work for me or what?

Andrew was watching her. “Everything’s okay?”

“Luc,” she said flatly. “He wants to know if I still work for him.”

“Do you?”

Lizzy let out a sigh. She knew what he wanted her to say: that she wasn’t going back. But she couldn’t say it. If last night had proven anything, it was that the best thing she could do was get herself back to New York before she caused any more confusion—for Andrew and for herself. She’d been trying all morning to figure out how to have this conversation. It seemed Luc had forced her hand.

“I worked hard to get where I am at Chenier, Andrew. I have a future there. I can’t just walk away from that.”

“So that’s a yes.”

“I suppose it is.” She looked away, groping for words that would make this easier, but there weren’t any. “I know what you want me to say, that last night changed everything, and I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t true. But it also made me realize why I’ve been pushing you away for so long. It’s because you make me forget. The things I promised I’d do—and the things I promised I wouldn’t. Why I came back, and why I can’t stay. But there’s one thing I can’t forget, especially after last night. This town doesn’t want me here. And that’s never going to change. No matter how many questions I ask, or what I prove. Salem Creek has been trying to get rid of the Moons for two hundred years. It’s time to give them what they want.”

Andrew had been listening with arms folded. He shifted his feet now, and squared his shoulders. “Is that all?”

Lizzy blinked at him. “All?”

“Three days ago you told me you might have quit your job. I asked when you’d know for sure. You shrugged it off, like it was no big deal. Now, all of a sudden, you’re crystal clear about all the reasons you need to go back. At the risk of sounding paranoid, are you sure this isn’t about last night?”

“I’m going back because it’s what needs to happen, Andrew. I’m still who I am—still what I am. I let myself forget that last night. Because I wanted to feel how I felt. I wanted to be with you. I wanted it more than anything. But it wasn’t fair to you. I was wrong to let last night happen.”

“So I was a mistake?”

“No,” she said evenly, hating that he’d thrown her own words back at her. “I was. I knew it couldn’t be anything more than one night. I just . . .”

“How long did it last with Luc?”

“Luc was nothing. He was a distraction, someone to fill up my nights and weekends. He wasn’t . . .” She closed her eyes, letting the rest dangle.

“What?”

“You,” she said softly. “He wasn’t you.” She resisted the urge to reach for him. Touching him now wouldn’t do either of them any good. “All I did last night was make things harder for both of us, and I’m so sorry for that. You deserve the whole white-picket-fence thing, and you’d never have that with me. I told you I’m not happily-ever-after material. I was wrong to let you think I might be—and wrong to let myself think it.”

“Who said anything about a white picket fence? I don’t need kids, or even a ring if that’s how you want it. I don’t care about all the trappings. I care about you. And last night I thought you cared too.”

“I do. I care enough to step back, to not ask you to live half a life. I was always clear about that.”

Andrew nodded, his face suddenly shuttered. “Yes, you were. I guess part of me thought I could change your mind. Apparently, I overestimated my powers of persuasion.” He turned away, running his eyes around the kitchen. “I suppose we should get to the police station.”

Lizzy picked up her purse, clutching it to her chest like a life preserver. “Maybe it would be better if I went alone. You need to get down to Boston, and, really, I can do this. I have to stop at the bank and the market on the way back. You don’t need to hang around for all that.”

“You shouldn’t be alone. Not after last night.”

“The police told you they’d keep an eye out. I’ll be fine.”

“You could come with me to Boston. Give the police a few days to do their thing. A break might be a good idea. You could hang out by the pool, or poke around Newbury Street.”

Lizzy forced a smile. “There you go again, trying to rescue me.”

“There was a man with a knife walking around this kitchen last night. What am I supposed to do?”

“You said you were going to put a new lock on the mudroom door, and if it makes you feel better, I’ll sprinkle salt on the doorstep for protection.”