The Comeback Route -Book 1 Moss Bluff Series

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11
Painful pasts

Ethan

What the fuck am I doing here?

Wandering around the most female section of this place, in search of the one woman I've loved most of my life, I can't think of a time I've ever been more uncomfortable. The conversation from breakfast has stayed with me all morning. I can't get the look that was on Brynn's face out of my head. I need to know the truth. After all this time, could she still love me?

I wasn't sure I should even come on this little weekend getaway but Georgia insisted all of us be here. I felt like heading home last night at dinner when Brynn wouldn't even look at me, but my brother and Cole pushed me to stick around. After seeing the look on Brynn's face this morning and with a serious kick in the ass from my brother and Cole, I've been searching for the girls for a half hour.

This place is a maze of rooms and scents, bottles and sounds. None of which are familiar to me. Roaming halls that smell like a forest and another that is dim with the sound of the ocean surf hitting the sand. There's another world feeling in this part of the spa that makes me wonder what kind of magic they do for women to relax here.

Coming around a corner into bright fluorescent lights and a wall of little bottles filled with a rainbow of colors, I hear familiar voices. Looking around I see three of the women I know. All three dressed in fluffy white robes, matching slippers and a towel on each of their heads.

Emma is sitting at a table, her arms stretched out long and the girl with her is rubbing lotion on her hands. Aubrey is looking at me as a girl paints her nails and Brynn is in some kind of chair, her feet are soaking in a tub of bubbling water and she's got cucumbers on her eyes.

What the fuck are those for? Do they get snacks while they wait?

"Hey Ethan!" Aubrey announces my presence making Brynn jump, knocking the cucumber off her eyes as she sits up and blinking up at me like I'm a figment of her imagination. "Did you get lost or are you wanting your nails done too?"

Looking at Emma smirk and Aubrey's raised eyebrows, I see the two of them think this is real funny. Just being in this place is uncomfortable. It's all too feminine and delicate around here. I feel like I'm gonna break something. Plus I'm not real big on a strange dude rubbing me all over but that's what Georgia is wanting me to do.

Fortunately, Blake talked her into letting us try out the gym. Lifting weights, running on a treadmill even a little basketball with them was the thought. I would've even sat in the jacuzzi they've got. This is where I'd rather be right now. But I'm here because I'm tired of tiptoeing around Brynn. I'm tired of feeling like I fucked up. I know I did, but I want to move on. I want to move forward.

After my horrible mistake I tried to talk to her, I tried to apologize for what happened, but she wanted nothing to do with me. I couldn't blame her. So I decided I've given Brynn plenty of time, years really, and space. I've used up the bulk of my patience waiting for her to get past our problem that isn't likely to go away anytime soon.

Namely Lindsey.

I slept with her. It was at a low point for me. Brynn and I had a fight, one we later discovered was orchestrated by Lindsey. I hadn't meant for it to happen, which I fumbled through explaining in many ways to Brynn. Each time I just shoved my feet further down my throat until I finally choked on them.

Lindsey won in her way by putting that image into Brynn's head and mine every time she looks at me. But Lindsey didn't get her prize. She didn't get me. I might have lost Brynn but I'm not in Lindsey's claws anymore.