Claire slipped under his arm, the one that was draped over
the back of the couch, snuggling up to his side.
Lucky’s head dropped down in her lap and she reached down to
rub his head absently.
Clint was staring straight ahead. Glazed eyes were pointed at the TV, but he
wasn’t looking there. He wasn’t even
with her on this couch right now, as far as she was concerned. His body was there, going through the
motions, but his mind was somewhere else.
With whoever it was that kept him from ever being fully
Claire knew that look well.
Had become well versed in it with Matt.
Of course, with Matt, it hadn’t been another woman. It had been another life.
But, she supposed another woman could mean another life as
She gulped and kept scratching Lucky’s ears, working up her
courage to do what needed to be done. “Are
you ever going to tell me? Or are you
just going to wait for me to stop coming over?”
“What?” his brow furrowed.
“Clint. I’m not
stupid. It’s Bobbi, isn’t it?”
“Claire…” she waited
for him to continue, but he didn’t. No
rebuttal, no denial. Just pained
She shook her head. “I
like you a lot, Clint. But not enough to
sit around and be a replacement for someone else…” she dislodged Lucky from her
lap, patting Clint’s leg as she stood. “No
hard feelings, okay?”
She could feel something inside her break when he nodded,
taking a sip of the beer in his hand. “I’m
Claire pressed her lips together. “Heart wants what it wants, Big Guy. We had
fun, though, didn’t we?”
He looked up at her, nodding again. “Lucky’s gonna miss you…” Something in the way
he looked at her said that the dog wasn’t the only one.
She crossed her arms in front of her. “Well…maybe someday soon, I might be able to
come hang out with Lucky again. Just
explain to him that I need some time.”
The corners of his mouth pulled upward and he nodded. “I’ll tell him.”
“Thanks…” she walked
over to the kitchen counter, grabbing her purse. She needed to get out of this apartment
before she started crying. Because maybe
she liked him a little more than she was letting on. Despite swearing off all superhero types. “Take care of yourself, Clint.”