Off the Record (28 page)

Turning on my computer, I pulled up a blank Word document. Then I started writing. I poured out every bit of hurt that was welling up inside of my body. I entitled the ramblings in my head,
Rangers Goalie Loses In Shoot Out
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 I laid every hurt right on Linc’s doorstep. I lamented how he didn’t give me enough time. How he pressured me. How he didn’t understand my insecurities or my pain. I blamed him for causing me to open up to him in the first place, and then for shooting me down when I couldn’t meet his standards. Most of all, I cursed him for calling me a coward and comparing me to my father.

I wrote for a solid two hours and filled up fourteen pages with my own internal dialogue. And when I was done, I printed it and read it. I even proofed it for errors and then made changes from my red-line edits.

I printed it again, and I read it. I felt vindicated. I felt powerful, and I felt in control.

When I went to read it a third time, I stumbled over the first line I had written.

Linc Caldwell is no different than any other man I’ve had the misfortune to encounter.

I read it again, trying not to stutter over the meaning of what I was trying to say.

And something weird started to happen to me. First, a slight buzzing filled my ears and I could feel my blood rushing through my veins. I went to take a deep breath, and realized that I had no lung capacity. A tiny squeak came out, and I sucked in again...harder this time. Then a twisting cramp hit the center of my chest so hard, I doubled over in pain. I moaned, long and low, trying to expel the hurt from my heart. And then...and then my eyes flooded with tears.

They came on fast, like a torrential downpour. They ran over my cheeks, down my face, and slid in rivers along my neck. I made no effort to blink them away, not that it would have done any good. Instead, I let them gush out. When the racking sobs hit my throat, I clutched at my chest with my hands, wanting to tear my heart out. The pain was unbearable, and I was confused over this onslaught of emotion.

It had hit me from nowhere, and it showed no signs of slowing.

I moved to my couch and buried my face in a pillow. And I cried, and I cried, and then I cried some more. At one point, I cried so hard, I couldn’t catch my breath and I almost hyper-ventilated.

It was minutes...maybe hours...but finally the onslaught started to abate. I must have blown my nose at least twenty time and I popped three Excedrin to work on the excruciating headache that had formed.

Stumbling into my bathroom, I flipped on the light and looked at my face. It was ravaged by grief. I had never looked so forlorn in all of my life.

And there was only one reason.

I had destroyed my one chance at happiness with Linc Caldwell.

The man who was indeed, so very different than every other man I had encountered in my life.

I’m jolted out of my memories by the doorbell ringing. I’m expecting Emily. She wanted to come by and see me and I reluctantly agreed.

I’ve been avoiding her since she called me on the day Linc left. She has called, texted and emailed me. She has said she is worried about me, and finally, she said she had some news on Linc so I decided to see her. My curiosity was overwhelming me, and frankly, I needed something about him to hold on to.

“About damned time you opened the door. I’ve been ringing it like crazy,” Emily grumbles as she walks in.

“Sorry. I was...” What? Lost in grief and misery? “I was on the phone.”

She sets her purse down and looks at me. “Seriously...you look like shit. Are you even eating or sleeping?”

I bite the inside of my cheek as the pain starts creeping up in my chest. If it erupts, I’ll start crying again. Which is all I seem to be doing lately.

“Ever? Are you okay?”

I sit down heavily on my couch. “No, I’m not okay. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

Emily sits down beside me and puts her hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly. “Talk to me. Tell me how I can help.”

Her words are comforting. “I fucked up, Em. I fucked up big time.”

She just looks at me with sympathy. She knows the deal. She knows that Linc left, and he refused to tell Nix and Emily what was going on between us. He only told them it was over. I know this, because Emily had emailed me, demanding to know what had happened. I had deleted that email, just as I had the subsequent three she had sent me.

“Lay it on me, and then let’s figure out how to get you out of this mess.”

I take a deep breath. “Linc said he loved me. And that he wanted me to go to Phoenix with him. And like the idiot loser that I am...I told him no. That I couldn’t go with him. And Emily...it was horrible. Linc was so angry, and he said things that were awful, but they were so true. And now...now I’ve lost him. I’ve lost the most wonderfully, fantastic man in the entire world.”

Emily can’t help but tease me. “Wow! That’s a big change from just a few weeks ago when he was the biggest man-whore east of the Mississippi.”

I give her an exasperated look. “Stop joking around with me. That’s not helping me out of this mess.”

“You’re the only one that can get yourself out of this mess, Ever. I’ll help you brainstorm, but sitting here in your apartment isn’t getting it done. If you want Linc, you better be prepared for some serious groveling.”

I’ll do anything that it takes. I’ll crawl on my hands and knees all the way to Phoenix if it takes that. But deep down in my heart, I’m not sure that would be enough. I hurt Linc terribly and for someone who knows all about holding grudges, I’m not sure he’ll be able to forgive me. I couldn’t forgive my father, so why should Linc give me a second chance? I’ve shown him no reason to be open hearted about these things.

I look at Emily with despair in my eyes. “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove how much I love him.”

She looks at me in surprise. “You love him?  Really?”

“More than anything. If I was dying and only had a few days to live, my bucket list would consist of nothing but having Linc hold me in his arms.”

Emily stares at me for a long moment. I can’t read her emotions but then her eyes mist up just a bit. “That’s fucking poetic, Ever.”

“I know, right? Who would have thought jaded, unrealistic, screwed-over-twice-by-men, Ever Montgomery would wax poetic about love?”

“How did you know? I mean, what brought about this realization?” Emily is curious, in a nice sort of way. It’s not that she’s doubting me, I can tell.

I’m solemn. I glance over at my computer and remember the horrible things I wrote about Linc, not a one of them having merit. And I think about the emotional breakdown I had. I look back at Emily. “Because...he had the power to make me cry. Nothing...no one...makes me cry. Except for Linc Caldwell. That means he’s reached something deeper than anyone else has ever touched before. That’s how I know.”

Emily is gone. We never did any brainstorming on how I could win back Linc’s love and trust. And she never had any news to share with me about Linc. That was a lie to get her foot in the door to see me.

We more or less chatted about love and sex. It was awesome, sharing girlie secrets with someone. I’m sure she learned a few things from me and Linc that she was going to take home to Nix.

But as soon as Emily left and I closed my apartment door, it struck me what I needed to do.

Two very important things, before I could move forward in my quest to get Linc back.

First, I still had an article to write. In fact, my deadline was this weekend, and Mr. Selly was anxiously awaiting the draft. He warned me politely that it had better be good, although he didn’t seem to care if Linc was cast in a negative light...now that he’d been traded to Phoenix.

Linc still had his die-hard supporters here in New York, but the paper didn’t owe any sporting allegiance to him now.

It didn’t matter what Mr. Selly wanted me to write though. I was going to write the truth. I was going to let all of New York know exactly what the last six weeks have been like between me and Linc.

Second...I had a trip to make. A trip down south to see my father.

After those two things were accomplished, I was going to hope that Linc would forgive me when he saw how I really felt.

“You’re father says you can go right in, Miss Mongtomery.”

The receptionist at my father’s accounting firm points me down the hall to my dad’s office. I haven’t been here since...well, since I was sixteen. The receptionist is new but the office still looks the same.

My dad is the senior partner at Montgomery, Winslow and Curry, one of the largest accounting firms in North Carolina. I used to love coming here with him, and although I never had my dad’s aptitude for numbers, his work was still fascinating to me.

Not so much anymore, but here I am.

When I had approached the reception desk and told the woman I was Ever Montgomery, and that I would like to speak to my dad, she looked at me as if I was the Second Coming of Christ. Clearly, my father must talk about me and I’m assuming she thought I was a figment of his imagination by the look on her face.

It only took a few seconds for her to buzz his office, and he had apparently told her to send me right back.

Walking to his office, it’s hard to describe how I feel. I’m nervous as all get out. For having been the one to shun all contact with my dad the last five years, it just feels extremely odd for me to be the one to initiate conversation. I never once thought he would turn me away, and that part of me makes me feel...guilty.  I suppose after the frozen shoulder I’ve given him, there must have been a part of me that felt I didn’t deserve his attention right now.

When I get to his office, he is standing in the doorway, waiting for me. His eyes rake over me, drinking in my presence. The look in his eyes is one of unfettered love and hope. It makes me uneasy, because I have no clue how to deal with love from this man.

But make no mistake, I somehow know that whatever happens here today, it will have a direct bearing on my ability to move forward with Linc.

“Ever.” He only says my name but it is filled with such longing.

“Got a minute to talk?”

“Always. Come on in.”

He ushers me into his office and it’s still as I remembered it. His furniture is light oak and the walls are wall-papered with a dark, green pattern that my mom had picked out eons ago. His degrees from Duke hang beside his desk and the floor to ceiling windows afford a look over downtown Raleigh.

I take a seat in a chair opposite of his desk and he surprises me when he takes the one beside me.

“I’m so glad you came,” he says.

I fumble with the hands laying in my lap, my gaze on them. I briefly wonder what Linc is doing right at this moment and wonder what he would say to me right now if he could see me.

I make no pretense at small talk and raise my eyes to look directly into his. “Why should I forgive you?”

He blinks in surprise, but then his eyes soften. “Because I’m asking you to. Because somehow, I didn’t have the strength to deserve you and your mother, and I made the biggest mistake of my life. And the only one that can make this better is if you have the strength to forgive me.”