Renegade by Heather Dahlgren

Author:Heather Dahlgren [Dahlgren, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heather Dahlgren
Published: 2016-08-20T04:00:00+00:00

“Hank, do you want to go out to dinner tonight?” I ask, hopeful.

He puts down his paper and looks at me. “Brooke, you have asked me every single day since you got back from New York if I want to do something different. What the hell happened to the routine? I like the routine,” he says, shrugging his shoulders and picking his paper back up.

Right, the fucking routine. I get my keys and go to work, stopping at the coffee house on my way.

“Hey Brooke, the usual?” the barista asks.

“No, not the usual. I want an egg sandwich and an iced coffee. By the way, my name is Brooklyn,” I say and move to the side.

This month since I’ve been home has been miserable. I don’t think I’ve smiled once. Hank and I do nothing but fight, and that’s because all I’ve done is try to change him. I’m trying to turn him into someone he isn’t, someone that I want him to be. That’s not fair to him or to me. I’ve been hoping the girls from work ask to go out, but they haven’t. They just want to know what it was like to hang out with Renegade and every time they bring up Fitz, I die a little more.

I haven’t talked to Poppy since I texted her to tell her I made it home safely. I’m sure she is just as disgusted with me as Fitz is. As much as I’m disgusted with myself. The guilt I feel from walking away from him is something I’m not sure will ever go away. The only thing I can do is try to avoid talking about my trip.

“Brooklyn,” the barista says and I grab my breakfast thanking her.

Once I get to work, I sit down at my desk and instead of going over emails like I normally would, I do something I promised myself I wouldn’t. I go onto the Renegade fan page and look to see when they will be here. I don’t look at any pictures or read anything, I go right to the tour schedule. I look to see when they will be in this area and close the site. I blink back tears knowing they will be here in two weeks.

“Hey Brooke, you want to go out tonight and get a few drinks?” Cora, one of the tellers asks.

“Please, call me Brooklyn and yes, you know what I would love that,” I say.

The look of shock on her face is priceless and if I had it in me to laugh I would. I just give her a forced grin and she returns it with a huge smile.

“Okay great. We are going to leave from here, grab some food and then to go to the bar. You can follow or hop in with us,” she says, leaning against the door frame.

“I’ll follow. Thanks Sara,” I say and she walks away still smiling.

Ever since I got home I just feel this need to do something. The routine no longer works for me.

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