A break. I cannot believe Javi had used those exact words. What were we, on TV? The moment he saw the rose on my table, he began to fume, and any sympathy for Patrick pretty much flew out the window. I didn’t blame him; if the situation had been reversed, I probably wouldn’t have been too pleased either. But I wouldn’t have suggested a break.
I was mad as hell. He didn’t even give me a chance to explain. He just went on and on about how I needed to figure out who I wanted to be with. And until I did, we were done. End of story. I was going to call into work after Javi left, but I figured the distraction would be good.
It seemed unlike him to be so cruel, but now that I was at my counter in the museum, I thought things through. He was hurt and upset.
I figured the more I talked about din
