“Love?” He bent to kiss her cheek, his voice tight.
“I wanted to surprise you,” she admitted with a shrug. “Surprise.”
“Shit, El. It’s not what you think…” he trailed off, looking back where the redhead sat studying them.
“That’s too cliché for us, don’t you think?” Stella stared into the clear liquid in her glass. Is this really how this will end? He cheats on me? “I don’t blame you, you know,” she said honestly. “I just wish you would’ve told me.”
He sat down heavily on the barstool next to her. “Blame me for what?”
She motioned toward the redhead. “Wanting someone else.”
George’s head fell to the bar and he sighed audibly.
“You’d be crazy not to.” Stella finished her drink in a gulp and pushed herself away from the bar. The wall she’d been fighting for over a year started rebuilding itself. “I’m going to see if I can get an earlier flight.” Stella turned and walked out of the bar, her hand shaking as she called a cab.
George grabbed the phone out of her hand and disconnected the call. “You know, it really pisses me off that you’re just willing to give up on us, El.” He started walking toward the elevators with her phone.
She followed him and stood, looking at him, wishing things were different; wishing that she was different. She took in his wrinkled clothes, tired eyes and disheveled hair. “What’s going on with you?” She asked as she followed him into the elevator.
“I’ve been working for 11 days straight. I’m worried about you. I need to write a good story so I can continue to do what I love.” George leaned against the wall of the elevator, his head resting against it.
“I’m not wearing any underwear because I thought as soon as we saw each other we’d attack each other.” Stella looked down. “I didn’t know you were being attacked by other women.” She exited the elevator and waited for him to show her to his room. “Who was the redhead?”
“Jessica.” George opened the door and waited for Stella to go in ahead of him.
Stella stood in the entryway near the door in case she wanted to escape this conversation. She’d rather just leave and not confront this very uncomfortable situation. She knew their relationship was too good to be true and it was sort of a relief to have George end it.
“So, are you fucking her?”
“Fuck, El.” George was exasperated. “No. And why do you even care if you just want to leave me?”
“George, I don’t want to leave you, but I will if that’s what you want,” she said sincerely; she would do whatever he wanted her to do.
“Why would you think I’d want you to be anywhere other than with me? After everything? I don’t know how much more I can do to show and tell you how much I love you.” His voice was weary, his eyes tired, his fight almost non-existent.
“That woman was about to kiss you in a bar.”
“But she didn’t, because I didn’t let her. She thought because I took this assignment that it meant I wanted to be with her,” George explained. “It didn’t.”
“What do you mean?” Stella moved from the entryway into the room.
“Well, she’s the one who requested I be put on Senator Ashby’s press detail,” he answered.
“Why would she do that?”
“She felt like she owed me.”
“For what?”
George took a long breath. “I don’t know, El. For breaking my heart.”
“What?” Stella was reeling. “Oh, shit. Wait…that’s the Jessica. The one who didn’t want to get married so you broke up?” It was all clicking into place now. The reason why George got this job in the first place was because of his ex-girlfriend.
“That’s the one,” he confessed.
“And she offered you this job and you didn’t feel the need to tell me you’d be working with your ex-girlfriend.” Stella was fuming.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I honestly didn’t think it was important. It’s been years.”
“Well, obviously she feels like it was just yesterday.” Stella couldn’t believe George didn’t mention that when he took the job. “She knows we’re together. I mean, everyone on God’s green earth knows we’re together and yet she was still in your face?”
“I hope you trust me enough to know that I wouldn’t do anything like that to you, El. I’d never cheat on you.” George sat on the bed. “And honestly, you seem hell bent on us not working out anyway. Is that what you want? Us not to work?”
Stella stared at him. “Don’t fucking make this shit about me. Of course I want us to work. I just acknowledge it may not.”
“Because if you just plan on giving up, tell me now and we can go our separate ways. I meant what I said, I want you in my life. I love you. But it’s getting real fucking old that you keep thinking its better if you walk away.”
“First of all, you’re the one that had your ex, a hot redhead, in your face and didn’t tell me that she not only got you this job, but would be accompanying you for months.”
“Nothing happened and nothing’s going to happen.” George put his head in hands. “Unfortunately, I’m utterly and completely in love with you.”
“You,” she said quietly, moving to sit on the opposite side of the bed.
“You what?” He looked at her intensely.
“It’s better for you. I love you and I want what’s better for you, not me. You’re it for me; it doesn’t matter if you leave me or not. I will never love anyone else.” Stella’s walls were trembling from her indecision of having them up or down. The space between them on the bed was a few feet, but the gulf she felt between them was too far to measure.
“Then fucking fight for us. For me. Tell me you aren’t going anywhere. I CAN’T CONTINUE TO WORRY THAT YOU WILL LEAVE ME, STELLA!” he yelled at her from across the bed.
“But I’m just waiting for you to leave me, George,” she admitted.
He took in a breath. “I’m fucking exhausted.”
“I wanted to come surprise you and make you happy. Instead we’re doing this.” She gestured toward him.
“I love that you’re here. She means nothing to me. She was my past. You are my everything.”
Stella got off the bed and walked to George, pulling him to her. George wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto his lap.
They stayed that way until George leaned back and pulled her with him. “Let’s go away together,” he said into her ear.
“Like, forever?”
“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” He chuckled. “I was thinking for the weekend.”
“Okay. Where you taking me?”
“A surprise. I may have something up my sleeve.”
“I’m not sure I care about what’s up your sleeve,” she smiled, her fingers inching to his waist, “it’s what’s down your pants that I care about.”
“I love you and I’m sorry.” George’s lips on her ear sent chills down her spine.
“I know. Me too.”
Chapter Eighteen
I Don’t Get Paid to be Nice
She’d only been able to stay with George a day and a half before she had to get back to work. Her trip to Iowa had the Twittersphere buzzing.
#fbibeautyoncampaigntrail
#bartenderhasbeautychasinghimnow
#fbibeautythrowinghatinring
She’d nearly fell out of her seat at the last hashtag. There was no way she’d ever get into politics. Stella tweeted.
No way in hell I’d run for office. #toobusychasingbartender
Monday had been full of putting out legal fires. Senator Miller called four times and she finally took his call. All he wanted was the status of his case. She was professional, but really didn’t have any new information for him and was getting pretty fucking tired of holding his cheating hand.
“Senator, I’ve told you on a number of occasions that I’ll call you as soon as we get a date set for a hearing. Have I done anything that would indicate that I wouldn’t do what I’ve said I would do?”
“No. I just—” he started.
“Well, then I’ll call you with a date as soon as I get one,” she interrupted.
“I bet no one’s accused you of being nice, Ms. Murphy.”
Stella smiled to herself as she looked out her window onto K Street. “I don’t get paid to be nice. I get paid to be right.” She hung up her phone and finished a Motion for Summary Judgment she’d been working on for four days. Her phone dinged and she saw a notification she had a message in Voxer. She tapped on it as she pulled files out of her desk.
“Love, I need you to do me a favor. Go to the office at Finnegan’s and get the checkbook out of the safe. I need you to pay a bill for me.”
“Fucker, do you not have online checking?” she asked into Voxer. She was just giving him shit.
“Not for that account. I totally forgot to pay a bill this month out of the other account and I’m here. Can you do it tonight?”
“I guess so.” Stella looked at the file in her hand, contemplating the firm’s next move. “You want me to call you when I’m there so that you can tell me the combination?”
“Okay. What time do you think you’ll get there?” he pressed.
“Fuck, George I don’t know.” She didn’t understand why it was such a big deal.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m just getting shit from Kelly. I totally forgot to pay their mortgage this month and they got a notice.”
Stella forgot her file and looked at her phone as if George would appear. “What?”
“Please just do this for me and we can talk about it later.” George’s voice was resigned.
“You’re paying your sister’s mortgage?” Stella was baffled. Kelly was an adult. With a job. And a husband. Why the fuck was her big brother paying her mortgage?
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