I wouldn't go through high school again if someone paid me a million dollars." He snorts. It's a joke, but his tone is laced with pain. We're getting dangerously close to hitting a nerve. Maybe the same one Nina keeps tempting.
"A million, no," I say. "You'd still need a job with only one mil. What if it were two?"
His smile looks forced. "Not even for two."
I swallow, staring at his eyes though he's not looking at me. "Must have been some wicked girl. What did she do?"
He considers this for a moment, then shakes his head. "Nothing."
"You can tell me, you know," I push, for equal parts curiosity and because he might really need to talk about it. "I won't judge."
"No, she did nothing, that's just it. She didn't love me." Wasn't expecting the word.
"And you…loved her?" A lump forms in my throat. Whoever she is, I want to punch her.
"A million, no," I say. "You'd still need a job with only one mil. What if it were two?"
His smile looks forced. "Not even for two."
I swallow, staring at his eyes though he's not looking at me. "Must have been some wicked girl. What did she do?"
He considers this for a moment, then shakes his head. "Nothing."
"You can tell me, you know," I push, for equal parts curiosity and because he might really need to talk about it. "I won't judge."
"No, she did nothing, that's just it. She didn't love me." Wasn't expecting the word.
"And you…loved her?" A lump forms in my throat. Whoever she is, I want to punch her.
( Kristin Rae )
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