Cormac: Embers Series Book 3 by Daniella Brodsky

Author:Daniella Brodsky [Brodsky, Daniella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DB Co.
Published: 2021-01-10T16:00:00+00:00

Eight

GINGER

Oh, I really don't want to go to this Christmas party. Cormac is going to be here, and I haven't seen him since that night a couple weeks ago after that marathon day we had together, sealed with the most perfect, unforgettable kiss. That was awesome.

But what wasn’t awesome was the wall of silence he's put up since then. Oh, he was around, flying under the radar. He put together an incredible webpage for me, so sophisticated and spare that my photos look like something people travel the globe to get a glimpse at in a museum. And to go along with it, he created a Linktree account where people could find out everything about me, including how to purchase, through a system he created with an up-and-coming gallery marketing start-up.

And I’m sure he's behind the calls from the San Francisco Chronicle, Bazaar, and three home magazines.

I’ve painstakingly inspected the pages of that site, reading between the text and images for evidence of love motivating his choices. It’s worse than ridiculous. But that incredible day we spent together meant something to me. I even convinced myself that maybe I should listen to my heart just this once, despite the dangers. He seemed worth it.

But days stretched to weeks, and I got nothing more than a text in response from Cormac to my long-winded thank you voicemail, which I only left after being unable to get him to answer my calls.

My deepest pleasure.

Oh, despite my anger, I read into that. The side of me that controls the girly bits didn’t cooperate with the side of me that understood that every fear I’ve ever had of letting someone in has been realized by Cormac’s ghosting.

But what about the wonderful things he’s done for you during his silence?

Sure, but would it have killed him to reach out to me? To acknowledge this enormous thing that’s between us?

And so, I found the only way to soften the red-hot anger was to indulge in a fantasy or two starring him. Pure insanity.

But as the days wore on, so did my anger, no matter what I made him do to me in my naughty imaginings. Isn’t this exactly why I don’t do relationships? Why I don’t believe in love?

Only problem is: whether I want to believe it or not, it’s there. And it’s real. And I can’t stop thinking about him. Which is why it hurts so badly.

You’d think someone with my upbringing would know better. And yet, in the end, I’m just as vulnerable as Mom.

You’ve come all this way, and yet you’ll always be the daughter abandoned by her father, neglected by her mother.

And, now, I’m to actually talk to him in the flesh?

Na-ah.

I’d gladly take someone’s root canal in exchange for a chance to avoid this, but my sister has turned this holiday party into a kind of demented debutante introduction for me into the community. She’s over the top, always has been. But her efforts come from the kindest, most loving place, so I am obliged to slap on a happy face and be debutanted.

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