Fool Me Twice by Lizzie Morton

Author:Lizzie Morton [Morton, Lizzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-11T04:00:00+00:00

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What little progress we made feels like it was a figment of my imagination. In the week that’s passed, what little conversation we’ve had has been awkward, cringeworthy. When we do speak, we’re simply going through the motions.

His recovery gets better every day, but he still has to be careful. One wrong move is all it would take for everything to come undone. I’m beginning to question whether it’s worth me even being here. He’s begun to delegate more and more tasks to the nurse, avoiding me at all costs. Impressive considering he’s bed bound and I know exactly where to find him. I could push, but I don’t. He just needs space and a little time. But I don’t have time. My notepad remains in my bag in my room, unopened since the day I moved in. I’m screening Jess’ calls left, right and center. My life is at risk of falling apart, all for a guy who doesn’t want anything to do with me.

The day I walked out on my mom, I made a promise to myself I would protect my heart. I locked it and hid away the key, in the hope that one day Prince Charming would ride in and sweep me off my feet. Instead, Michael Becket, the biggest asshole in the NFL, is the one who’s taught my heart how to beat again. But he doesn’t want it. I need to leave before any more damage can be done. I’m sitting in the living room mindlessly watching some program on the television, when I decide that’s what I need to do. I need to tell him this whole thing is pointless and that I need to go back to New York and get on with my life. I give myself a mental pep talk before heading up to his room where he’s been resting all afternoon.

Without knocking, I open the door and step inside, expecting to find him spread out on the bed where I left him earlier, but he’s not there. I frown. He’s not supposed to do any big movements without assistance, not until he’s been given the all-clear by the doctor, which I know for a fact he hasn’t.

“Hello?” I pause and listen but there’s no response. “Becket?”

I hear a whimper at the same time I notice the door to his en-suite is slightly open. Quietly I walk over and hear the whimper again. Looking through the crack, I find him sprawled on the floor and waves of different emotions slam into me all at once. My first instinct is to barge in and demand to know what the hell he was doing, tell him he’s an idiot for being so stubborn and risking his recovery, but I don’t. Instead, I take a deep breath and give us both a moment. The last thing he needs is me bitching at him, despite how angry and frustrated I am. Right now, he needs a friend and support.

When I’m ready, I push the door open fully and walk over to him.

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