Free Irrefutable (The Apprehensive Duet Book 2) by Kimberly Bracco Page B

completely FUBARed.
    Guilt consumes me. I foolishly assumed coming clean with him would alleviate some of that guilt, but instead it tripled it. Hurting Jordan wasn’t my intention, but I also never imagined he’d fall in love with me.
    His words echo around the apartment.
    You’re just like your father, you know that?
    Am I?
    Did I not tell him because it benefited me not to? Did I manipulate the situation to better suit me?
    My fingers itch to call the one person I know will help me make sense of everything. I can sit here all night running all this crap through my head, but I’ll most likely come out worse for the wear.
    Grabbing my phone, I dial the number I haven’t used in years before I change my mind.
    It doesn’t take long for Alex’s groggy voice to come over the line. “Hello?”
    I try to keep my voice even and sure as I answer. “Hey, it’s me.”
    He sounds surprised as he asks, “Quinn? Is everything okay?”
    “I know it’s really late, but I was wondering if I could come over.” My voice cracks, and I want to cry. It seems that every time I see or talk to Alex lately, tears are a guarantee. He could tell me no. Why should he get up in the middle of the night to help me deal with my problems?
    I hear the sheets rustling as he moves in bed. “Of course. Are you okay?”
    “No, I told Jordan everything tonight and things didn’t go well at all. He left a few hours ago, pretty angry, and I could really use someone to talk to,” I admit, trying to keep the hitch out of my voice, but it doesn’t work. My voice cracks at the very end.
    His concern is evident as he asks, “Are you sure you’re okay to drive? Do you want me to come to you?”
    I’m a selfish bitch. I know I should let this man go so he can move on with his life, but even after all our time apart, he’s still the man I want by my side when things go awry. Maybe I am just like my dad.
    “No, I’ve already woken you up in the middle of the night, I’ll come to you. Just text me the address.”
     

     
    THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES later, I find myself walking into Alex’s apartment. I’m not sure why, but it feels like I’m invading a part of his life I don’t belong in. After everything we’ve been through, this is one place I haven’t tainted for him. I know Alex didn’t want me to marry Jordan, but that also doesn’t mean he wants me back in his life. He said his piece long before he came over the morning of the wedding. And he was only there as a favor to Ashley. Sure, he was there when I had my meltdown at the gym, but that was coincidence.
    “I’m sorry for waking you up and dragging you out of bed, but I couldn’t think of anyone I could talk this through with,” I say as Alex closes the door behind me.
    “It’s quite all right,” he assures me as he guides me into the kitchen. Two glasses sit on the counter. One with a dirty martini, I assume based on the olives, and the other a darker liquor, most likely Jack Daniels. “I figured you could use a drink since you don’t sound so good. What happened?”
    A laugh bubbles up as I grab the glass I know is for me. “You just happened to have the ingredients for a dirty martini lying around?”
    “Don’t get too excited. It’s just vodka, some olive juice and an olive. It’s not bar quality,” he jokes as he grabs his own glass and ushers us into the living room.
    I glance around the room taking it all in as I grab a seat on the far end of a large, brown sectional sofa. “Where’s Tiffany?”
    “Sleeping. But don’t worry, she sleeps like the dead,” he informs me as he takes a seat in the middle of the couch. “What happened tonight, Quinn?”
    Leaning my head back on the couch, I stare at the ceiling and take a deep breath. “I’m not entirely sure, but I know whatever it was wasn’t good. He was so hurt. So mad.”
    “Well, you knew he was going to be mad.”
    “Yeah, I know,” I agree, lifting my head. “But I didn’t think he was going to tell