Tell Him I Love Him

12. I Want to Pick You

Tamara stared at Lucy where she was sitting up in her hospital bed and angrily asked, "How could you?"

"How could I what?" Lucy shot back. "Wait, I thought I sent you back to the apartment to sleep in your own bed."

"I was planning on it, but then Tim told me you broke up with him! He took care of me the entire time you were gone. He moved in just to make sure I was okay! And when he got shot, he was still worried about you, and you broke up with HIM?"

"Woah, I didn't break up with HIM. He broke up with ME! Did you say he got shot?"

"A few weeks ago," Nyla shared.

"Is he okay?" Lucy's heart broke at the news that Tim had been injured and she had not been around to take care of him. He suffered in pain without her.

"He's fine enough now," Nyla answered.

"He's NOT fine! You broke his heart!" Tamara said angrily.

"I didn't. Noah told me HE wanted to end things. I just thought I had been under too long, and he gave up."

"You seriously thought that man would give up on you?" Nyla scoffed.

That feeling that something was not quite right had returned. After Noah told her about Tim ending their relationship, she had not stopped thinking that he would never do something like that. But, her mind was then preoccupied with survival as the operation grew more dangerous, and she had to focus on living long enough to talk to Tim. Lucy disconnected her IV and hopped out of bed. Thankfully, her stitches were already feeling much better and movement already hurt so much less.

"What are you doing?" Nyla asked.

Lucy rummaged through the bag of clothes Bailey had delivered. "I have to go." She stepped into the comfortable yoga pants.

"You don't get discharged until tomorrow," the detective reminded her.

"I'm not waiting that long." She finished pulling over her dark navy t shirt and slipped on her gym shoes. "I need to talk to Tim."

Tamara and Nyla exchanged a look. "I'll drive," Nyla finally surrendered, and all 3 women left the hospital to go to Tim's house.

She let out a deep breath when she saw the familiar front door of Tim's house. "Wish me luck," Lucy said to her friends and went up to the front door. She paused before she rang the doorbell while trying to think of what exactly to say.

"Lucy," Tim answered the door quite surprised to see her. "I thought you were still in the hospital."

"I checked myself out early. I think you owe me a very long overdue conversation, so can you just let me in?"

He stepped to the side to allow her entrance and already felt his pulse quicken. He was definitely not ready to hear her make their breakup official.

"Why did you break up with me?" Lucy asked. That was not at all what she was planning to say, but the question came out of her mouth against her will.

Taken aback by her words he paused before he replied awkwardly, "Is that a joke? I...I didn't break up with you. You broke up with me."

She chuckled joylessly. "Like I would ever break up with you."

"Noah told me you were picking undercover over me."

"Noah said you needed a break from me because I left you."

"Noah," Tim groaned. "Did he seriously lie to both of us?"

"So it seems."

"So, if you didn't want to break up with me, and I didn't want to break up with you..."