Abby's Plight (Southern Love #5)

Author:E. L. Todd [Todd, E. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-04-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Abby was miserable. She lost her sister, her best friend in the world, and now she lost Toby. When she reflected on their relationship, she realized it wasn’t traditional. Their relationship was difficult and hard work, but she loved every second of it. But she did love Fernan…

It was easy with him, simple. A part of her wished she never met Toby at all. She and Fernan would be happy right now. But fate loved to play twisted games with her.

Paul sat across from her and looked equally depressed. He already had too many beers and was beginning to slip away. His eyes drooped and his eyes became hooded. Abby drank her wine like it was water. She didn’t have any reason to stay sober.

“I can’t believe where I ended up,” he said with a sigh.

“Neither can I.” She felt the glass in her fingers and stared at it. The room was noisy with people, but the sound faded to the background. “I should have picked Toby.”

Paul nodded. “I like him.”

“I would hope so.”

“So, you don’t feel anything for Fernan anymore?”

“No, I love him too. They are just very different emotions.”

“Sounds complicated,” he said.

“You have no idea.”

Paul finished his glass then leaned over the table. “I think I’m….full.”

“I can take you home.”

Paul pulled out his phone and fumbled with it. “Nah. I’m supposed to call Toby for these things.” He held the phone to his ear and listened to it ring. “Besides, he needs to walk you home too. You’re as bad as I am.”

“I don’t need him to do anything for me.”

Paul’s voice became louder when his brother answered. “Dude, come get me. I’m at McCormicks.” He paused for a moment. “Because I’m drunk.” He hung up and tossed the phone on the table.

“We should just get drunk at home.”

“Not really as much fun.” He looked at the women in the bar. “I may have wanted to pick up one of these fine ladies.”

Abby glanced at the room. There were only two women in the bar, and they were both overweight middle-age women—with their husbands. Apparently, Paul lost his sight when he was drinking.

They sat across from each other and wallowed in their own self-pity. They didn’t need to speak. Just being with each other made it a little better. Abby wasn’t sure how she ruined her life in such a short amount of time, but she did.

Toby approached their table a few minutes later. He stared at Paul, waiting for him to notice his presence. Abby didn’t look at him, staring at the people in the bar like he wasn’t important.

Toby eyed the bottles on the table. “You’re going to get a huge beer belly.”

“I work out,” Paul said quietly.

“Let’s get you home.” Toby hooked his hand around Paul’s arm and pulled him to a stand. Paul wobbled for a moment but regained his balance. Then he turned to Abby. “Come on. Get up.”

“I don’t need you to take me home.” She still didn’t look at him. “Goodnight.

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