One Mistake (The One Series: Novella #2) (7 page)

“Oh, Liv. I’m so sorry. Trevor didn’t mean anything. He was just trying to help in his own ridiculous way.” Lana said something to someone in the background. “Trevor knows where William is skiing. He can give you the information.”

“What am I going to do with that? He’ll never answer the phone.” William had made it clear he didn’t want to talk to me until he returned to Chicago.

“You should go there!” I could hear the excitement in Lana’s voice. “It will be so romantic. You can just show up and explain everything.”

“Lana, my life isn’t a movie. I can’t just drop everything and run off to some mountain in Utah because of some guy.” It went against every feminist bone in my body.

Lana felt differently. “Why not? You care about him. You want to be with him. So go. Go be with him.”

“I can’t,” I said again, this time weakly.

“Stop being a little bitch and man up,” she said. I had never heard Lana speak that way and it made me laugh. “I’m having Trevor email you the details. If you don’t book the flight, I’m doing it for you.”

I thought over my options. I could wait until William got back from his trip. We would talk, and I would explain what really happened. He would apologize for jumping to conclusions and I would apologize for not doing a better job explaining who Thomas was. We w
ould make up. That was the best-case-scenario.

But it was just as likely that William would spend his vacation stewing in his anger, and he might not give me a chance to explain when he returned. That would make my own anger build, and we might never sort out the truth.

Lana had presented me with a third option. I could take charge, and make things right between us. I could admit that William was important enough to me that I would be willing to put the rest of my life on hold for him. I could go to him and make him listen.

If I listened to Lana, I risked regretting my actions. But if I didn’t listen to Lana, I could risk regretting everything. That wasn’t a risk I was willing to take. The decision was made.

“Okay. I’m going to Utah.”

TO BE CONTINUED…