Burning Moon by Jo Watson

Author:Jo Watson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2016-08-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

The sun was starting to set over our little lonesome rock. We hadn’t seen another boat go by in the last couple of hours, but after constant reassurances from Damien that a whole bunch would come past in the morning, I was vaguely starting to relax. Vaguely. I had no option really.

The air was still warm, despite the sun taking its final bow. Damien and I had made our way through two bags of big chips and a slab of chocolate already and he was on his way to top off our water supply. We were both physically fine. No one had had their limbs gnawed off by passing indigenous cannibals, or sustained any deadly insect bites. All in all, our exile was going rather well.

I’d been stealing glances at Damien all afternoon, trying to figure out whether I really liked him or whether the whole marooned-on-an-island-and-possibly-facing-death situation was messing with my emotions. How could I like someone so quickly, and so damn much, after being left at the altar only a few days ago?

Right now, I was supposed to be Mrs. Lilly Edwards. A wife. The wedding seemed so far away now and so did Michael. It was so surreal, like a bad dream you can’t shake.

God, how had it all happened?

“What are you thinking about?” Damien was standing next to me with a full bottle of water; I hadn’t even noticed him return. I had disappeared down a trail of thoughts that left me feeling very uneasy.

“The wedding. Or lack thereof,” I half grumbled.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you think happened?” he asked gently, sitting next to me on the sand.

“I think…I think that maybe the relationship wasn’t as good as I thought it was. Maybe he wasn’t ready to get married…” Then the painful part to admit to myself. The bit that had been biting at the back of my mind for a few days now. “I don’t think he ever wanted to get married. Maybe he’d felt pressured.”

The engagement, marriage, and wedding had been my idea. Settle down, start a family, get a dog, a manicured lawn, and perfectly pruned roses. Wasn’t that how it was supposed to work? Maybe I’d wanted that life so badly that I’d had blinders on.

Looking back now, there had been some signs. I just hadn’t noticed them at the time. The closer we’d gotten to the wedding, the more distant he’d become and the more time he’d spent working late and on weekends. He constantly forgot wedding appointments, and whenever I excitedly showed him a picture from a magazine or asked his opinion about something, he’d just said, “Do whatever you want, honey.”

“Even if he felt pressured, he still shouldn’t have proposed,” Damien said.

“No.”

“And he shouldn’t have waited until your wedding day to tell you, either. That’s just cowardly.” Damien sounded genuinely angry. “Bastard.”

I smiled. There was something so sweet about Damien getting upset like this.

“Do you want me to hurt him?” he asked.

“What would you do to him?” I turned and looked at Damien with an excited smile.

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