Kissing Madeline (Dearest #3) (25 page)

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Maybe it’s been easier to talk about this because we’re lying in bed in the dark. But now, I want to see Maddie’s face, to gauge how much I disgust her. So I loosen my grip on her shoulder and wait.

She sighs. So much can be said in a sigh.

I imagine the worst is going through her mind. But then she surprises me and tightens her arm on my chest.

“How long did this go on?” she asks quietly.

“Few weeks.” I blow out a breath. “I felt like shit every day I didn’t tell Clementine. And in those rare moments I forgot and then suddenly remembered what I was doing, it was like the air got sucked out of my lungs.” Groaning, I shake my head. “Veronica and I only slept together that one time, and then there were a couple of partial hookups that always began with me intending to do the right thing and break things off. I needed to come clean to Clem. I planned to tell her everything. When I told Veronica we had to stop, that I had to tell Clem, she freaked out. Threw a vase at my head and swore she’d tell her first. But it didn’t matter because Clem found out anyway.”

“I know. It’s in her book.”

“Yes, it is. So in case I want to think it wasn’t as bad as I imagined, I can flip that fucker open and confirm how big of an asshole I was.”

Maddie laughs softly, and I’m surprised she finds any humor in the situation. Because I feel nauseous walking down memory lane.

She rolls onto her stomach and leans up on my chest. “Yes, you were an asshole. But I can see you were going through a lot.” Silence lingers between us, and I take a strand of her silky black hair between my fingers. “Maybe you didn’t handle it well, but we all do dumb things in a crisis.” She’s quiet again, and I’m still reeling from the fact that she hasn’t run out the door yet. “So what happened with Veronica? You guys obviously stayed together.”

“Yeah. For all the wrong reasons.”

“What do you mean?”

“When our friends found out what happened, people hated her. Even though I was just as responsible, no one gave me shit. Well, no one but Jax, but I welcomed that with open arms. Every bit of it.” I tell her about the fight we had, how he almost broke my jaw. How he managed to avoid me our entire freshman year in college. “But it sucked anyway because he and Veronica never liked each other, so we couldn’t all hang out once he and I worked through some of our issues.” And not being able to hang out with your friends and your girlfriend blows.

Taking a big breath, I continue. Because I know I haven’t answered Maddie’s question. “We shouldn’t have stayed together. But Veronica didn’t have any friends at BC. And her home life was really bad. Alcoholic parents who bordered on abusive. At the very least, they were negligent. I felt like she needed someone, so I guess I was that someone. The only problem—well, there were a few—but the main one was she never trusted me. Since we had hooked up while I was dating Clementine, Veronica had me pegged as a cheater even though I never considered it. No matter how ugly our fights got, it never crossed my mind. I won’t do that again to someone. But she just didn’t trust me. And that shit gets exhausting. I got to the point where I needed someone who believed me, who believed in us.”

Maddie rubs my chest, just over my heart, like she knows it hurts having to talk about the past. “It must have been a relief to finally talk to Clementine and tell her what happened with your parents.”

I close my eyes, tilting my head back. “I never told her.”

“What?” Maddie jerks against me, and I look up at her. Even in the darkness, I can see her frowning. “Why didn’t you tell her what happened with the blood type?”

“I didn’t want to give her excuses. I needed to own what happened and let her know it messed me up all these years not being friends with her. And I wanted to apologize for not being there for her in college when all that shit was going down with that professor.” I sigh. “Truth? Before we talked last fall, I really had no idea Veronica was probably lying to me when she said my relationship with Clem was one-sided. All this time, I assumed it was true.”

Maddie sits up more, pulling the sheet tighter over her chest. Is she leaving?

Her head slants to the side, and in the dim light, I can tell she’s biting her lip. “You guys got engaged last fall, right?”

“Yeah.” My gut burns at the thought.

She looks at me for a long moment. “So why get engaged if all you did was argue?”

I stare back, wishing I had a thousand different answers than the one that leave my lips. “I figured that’s what you do when your girlfriend tells you she’s pregnant.”

Silence.

Long minutes stretch between us before she speaks. “What... What happened to the baby?”

The words feel bitter on my tongue. “There was no baby. She lied to keep me from breaking up with her and then later faked a miscarriage. She finally came clean about it the night of the draft.”

“Jesus.”

Maddie immediately wraps her arms around me. We lie there in silence, and then she swallows. “So you wanted a family?”

“Of course. You know, not right out of college, but at some point. But I never would have let her carry my child on her own, especially not with the shit that I went though with my parents.”

Maddie nods, and I thread my fingers in her hair, loving how having her here dulls the pain of the past and makes me believe that I can have so much more in the future than what I had with Veronica.

“You’re a good man. Maybe people don’t tell you because they focus on your moves on the field, but you’re a good person, Daren.”

She presses a kiss to my chest, and I realize I’ve never had anyone like this, a woman in my life I could be so open with.

“I proposed to her before I realized how so much of our relationship was built on lies. So many fucking lies. It wasn’t until talking to Clem, after we were already engaged, that I started really piecing it together.” I laugh, humorlessly. “We probably never would’ve lasted, but I was willing to try for the sake of the baby. But between the deceit and Veronica hating football, it was too much. In college, maybe she initially liked the attention she got from dating me. But it wasn’t all positive. Girls gave her a hard time. Told her all kinds of lies to get close to me. I know that wore her down. But at the end of the day, while I thought I loved her, the truth was I loved one thing more, and we never got past that.”

“The game.”

Nodding, I let out a breath, relieved that Maddie gets what I’m saying. “Yeah, she hated that I always put football first. It’s not as though I ever promised her anything different. She knew my priorities.”

“Hmm.” Maddie runs her finger over the edge of the sheet. “Jacob hated how much I worked. He didn’t understand that about me, which is crazy because he spent most of his days in the gym. But for some reason, it wasn’t okay that I was as committed to my career as he was to his.”

“How did you guys meet? What’s the story?”

She groans and flops onto her back next to me, and I roll to face her. “My coworker got food poisoning. He sounded like he was on death’s door, so I helped him cover his segment. I didn’t know much about mixed martial arts, aside from the fact that they beat the hell out of each other in the ring. Anyway, I filmed Jacob’s match and interviewed him afterward. And as soon as the camera stopped rolling, he asked me out.”

“Didn’t waste any time, did he?”

“No, he didn’t. I guess I liked that. In college, guys never really asked me on dates. I was always working and not at the bars with my friends, so my social life was non-existent. Anyway, I liked that he was confident. We both grew up in Southie, so we had similar backgrounds. He’s a few years older than I am. I didn’t know him growing up, but once we started dating, I realized how our friends all kind of knew each other in one way or another.” Blowing out a breath, she curls up on her side, and I brush the hair out of her face. “We had fun going out. But I was always taking on last-minute assignments, which would ruin our dates. He hated that. I can’t say that I blame him, but it would’ve been nice if he had just broken up with me instead of banging girls behind my back.”

I run my finger over her cheek. “I’m sorry he hurt you.” Pulling her closer, I kiss her forehead. “But I have to say I’m glad you guys broke up. Because now you’re here.”

A smile tilts her lips. “With you?”

“Yes, with me.” I stroke her hair. “And you haven’t run out of here screaming after hearing all my baggage, so I figure that’s a good thing.”

Her soft laugh strums my heart a little faster. “Everyone has baggage, Daren.” Looking into her eyes, I don’t see judgment. I don’t see disdain. I see a friend. “It’s learning not to make the same mistakes that matters.”

“Maddie?”

Her eyes widen. “Yeah?”

“I’ll try not to be one of your mistakes.”

She arches up and gives me the sweetest smile before placing a kiss on my lips. “I have a feeling you won't be."

Reaching for a blanket, I pull it over us before I grab her and fit her to me. This girl has no idea, but I think I just fell for her a little harder.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

- Maddie -

When the alarm goes off, I swear to God, I want to stab it. Repeatedly.

The obnoxious ring continues, but I can’t move to turn the damn thing off. Exhausted, I peel open my eyes and realize I’m still at Daren’s. He’s half-draped on top of me, which is usually how we wake up when I stay over.

His face is pressed to my bare chest, his thigh draped over mine. I brush the hair out of his face—his beautiful, scruffy face. The face I would kiss right now if it weren’t glued to my breasts.

I chuckle. “Hey, Clutch. I need to go to work.” He doesn’t budge, his deep breaths coming in a consistent rhythm. “Honey, come on.” I finally shake him a little. “I need to go to work, but you’re on top of me.”

He groans. “But I like being on top of you.”

Laughing, I attempt to roll him off again, but he squeezes me tighter and says in a sleepy voice, “Have a good day, babe. I’ll miss you.” He leans up and pecks me on my cheek before he flops onto his back and passes out again.

I love how easily he says those words. Little flutters of happiness bubble inside me.

He told me so much more than I expected last night. The man poured his heart out. I can’t say it was easy to hear about his relationships with Clem and Veronica, but knowing I’m the first person he’s ever opened up to about what happened in high school makes me think maybe we could really do this.

After a quick shower, I wrap a towel around me and dig around the living room, looking for my phone. I never walk off without it, but Daren and I got carried away. When I unlock it, I find four messages.
Shit.

My leg jiggles as I listen. The first one has me in a panic. Roger wanted me to come in early, but by the last message, he had the problem under control. Another reporter is already covering my shift and I can work from home if I want.
Okay.

I call Roger, just to be sure.

“Sorry for that first message, Maddie.” He sounds distracted. Papers shuffle in the background.

“No problem. Sorry I couldn’t make it. I accidentally left my phone in the living room and didn’t hear it ring.”

He yells at someone in the background and then coughs into the phone. “I’m serious about you working from home. I’m afraid I’m going to walk in one morning and find you keeled over your desk, dead from exhaustion, and I don’t want to be held responsible for it.”

A little laugh escapes me. “Are you sure? I can get a little done on that—”

“Keep your butt home. Or else. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Before I can respond, he hangs up.

All righty.

After tossing on one of Daren’s t-shirts, I grab a cup of coffee and settle down at his kitchen table. It’s strange to have an unexpected free morning. I dare say it’s delightful.

All of my stuff is here already, and rather than dragging everything home before I’m caffeinated, I opt to wake up and read through the headlines first. Powering up my laptop, I scroll through a few stories and jot down notes on some follow-up ideas.

My stomach gets the best of me after a while, and I wander to the refrigerator. When I glance at the clock, I realize it’s much later than I expected. Almost eight-thirty. I figure Daren will be up soon and I decide to make us breakfast.

Daren.

God, I don’t know why last night made such a difference, but the stupid butterflies in my stomach are rioting at the thought of him.

If someone had told me I’d be grateful I found my ex cheating on me, I would have laughed in their face. But right now, I am grateful because it brought me to this point. It brought me Daren.

Which reminds me.

Pulling out my phone again, I slide my finger over the images until I find the one I want. The one of Jacob and that girl.

And then I hit the delete button. Because that part of my life is over.

Feeling lighter than I have in months, I head back to the kitchen.

A stupid grin pulls at my lips as I pull out what I need from the fridge. Eggs, cheese, mushrooms, tomatoes. I crack several eggs in a bowl and am about to start whipping them when two large hands come around my waist.