Since He Really Feels (He Feels)

SINCE HE

REALLY FEELS

Lisa Suzanne

© 2014 Lisa Suzanne

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To my one true love

and

to
true love winning in the end

PROLOGUE

JULIANNE BECKER

So much has happened over the past year that it’s hard to wrap my brain around it all. But as I stand in the bridal suite at the church, ready to walk down the aisle to my very own Prince Charming, I know that fate stepped in. Everything happens for a reason, including all of the events in my life that brought me to this day.

A year ago, I wouldn’t have seen this happening. Despite my best laid plans and my overly confident nature, I never would have guessed that this man would become my husband. Yet here we are.

My mom and I are alone for the moment, my bridal attendants having gone off in search of the photographer.

I fidget. I’m anxious to walk down the aisle. I’m not nervous to spend the rest of my life with him, but I am nervous to get up in front of all of the guests who are arriving to see us declare our love to one another.

Most of all, I’m excited to see him.

My mom adjusts my veil. “Don’t be nervous, sweet girl,” she says. Tears fill her eyes as she looks at her baby girl about to walk down the aisle. “He’s a wonderful man, and he’s lucky to have you.”

“Mom! Stop,” I warn her as tears threaten behind my own eyes.

My matron of honor and my bridesmaids enter the room.

“Jules, you look beautiful,” my sister says.

His sister walks over to me and pulls me into a hug. “I’m so happy that you’re officially going to be my sister,” she says.

“Me, too,” I whisper, hugging her back.

CHAPTER 1

JULIANNE BECKER

I stood with my fist raised, about to knock on the door. My heart and my head were both filled with questions, and I was ready to finally have some answers.

I pulled my fist back down for a moment and took a deep breath, staring at the door. Then I glanced down at the
jewelry I held in my hands. The necklace he’d given me mere weeks earlier.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been to Dan’s San Diego apartment. Travis and I had visited before, so I knew that if Travis was home, he’d be behind the very door I was about to knock on.

I thought back to that morning, when I’d told Nick I wanted to go to San Diego to see how my best friend was dealing with the news that Nick and I had gotten engaged.

Nick wasn’t happy with me when I
told him I was planning to visit Travis. In fact, he didn’t talk to me before I left. My mom had always told me never to leave the house mad, and you would think I would have learned that after my accident; in the blink of an eye, things could change, and it was scary to think that I was going on a six hour road trip without so much as a goodbye from my fiancé.

He left for work Tuesday morning, and I
had, too.

I had to see Travis.

I had to make sure he was okay.

He had been my best friend for twenty-one years. You don’t just stop being friends after that long.

Even after what I had done.

When
I looked back on what happened between Travis and me, I hated what I had done.

Let’s be honest. On the one hand, I wasn’t fully to blame. Travis picked a shitty moment to tell me how he really felt, and I was vulnerable and drunk and gave into something I never should have. I had acted immaturely and foolishly, but I had a connection with Nicholas Matthews that was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

He was the one for me, and once he told me the truth about why he had broken my heart, there was no possible way for me to stay away.

“He still isn’t answering my calls,” I said, running a comb through my wet hair after my shower
, annoyed that I was still wearing a cast from the accident I’d gotten into at Travis’s apartment just two weeks earlier.

“He just needs some time to get used to the idea,” Nick said, glancing at me in the mirror as he smeared shaving cream on his face.

“What if he’s done something stupid?”

Anxiety gripped me. The last time I had seen Travis, he was heartbroken over what I had done. I called him because
I knew I had to tell him about Nick and me, but I never expected for him to just shut me out for two days.

“Like what?”

A million nasty scenarios had made their way through my mind in the thirty-six hours since Travis and I had spoken. I knew he wouldn’t do anything extreme, but it didn’t stop the thoughts from invading my mind anyway.

I shrugged, not wanting to put a voice to my fears.

“Julianne, he’s fine. Trust me.” His voice was strained, like he was frustrated with this entire conversation.

I wanted to trust him, but my gut told me I needed to see Travis. I watched him clear a line of shaving cream with his razor
as I picked up my makeup bag. I powdered my face, and then I looked back over at Nick. He was just finishing his shaving.

“I’m thinking about going to San Diego,” I blurted, flipping through my
makeup bag to locate my mascara.

“Seriously?”
His voice took on a definite tone of frustration as he wiped off the excess cream with a towel.

I nodded.

“This weekend?”

I paused with my mascara halfway to my eyes and glanced over at him. “No.
Today. After work.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Then how come I am?”

He set his towel on the counter and stared at me for a long moment. I acted like everything was perfectly normal while
I continued applying my makeup, even though it clearly wasn’t.

“Julianne, I don’t
think you should go.” His voice was firm, but it wasn’t convincing enough to get me to stay.

I would do anything for Nick
. I loved him and I had agreed to marry him.

B
ut I was lost without Travis in my life. That stupid old cliché about not knowing what you have until it’s gone made complete sense to me now. I hadn’t realized how important Travis was in my life until he was no longer in it, and I was desperate to get our friendship back. He had always been the first person I turned to, no matter what; and it was just weird not having him in my life to celebrate my engagement to Nick. Something was missing, and it was the piece of my heart that left with Travis when he moved to San Diego.

I hadn’t heard from Travis since Sunday night, after I’d told him that Nick and I were engaged. He wasn’t picking up my calls, and he wasn’t answering my emails.

I was frantic with worry and I didn’t know how else to get him to talk to me. He wasn’t answering his mom’s calls or his sister’s calls. Sure, they’d told me that he texted and said he was fine, but he didn’t text me. Showing up on his doorstep was a pretty bold move, but, then, I’d had several bold moves over the past several months, and I hated living without Travis in my life.

I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t respond.

He continued, “You’re starting a new job next week. If you take a day to go to San Diego now, that’s going to set you back at both McMillan and BKG.”

I shrugged. I had already thought of that. To me, my job wasn’t as important to me as making sure that
my best friend was okay. Clearly, though, Nick thought the job took top priority.

That’s how it had seemed since he’d started at BKG, anyway.

“It’s not like you’re even going to notice I’m gone,” I huffed, finally putting voice to the ridiculous internal monologue that had been plaguing my mind since Nick had started at the new company. I was, quite frankly, already tired of the long hours he was putting in. I felt like I’d hardly seen him since we’d gotten engaged. He’d been in New York for training for almost an entire week. He arrived home late Friday night, and then he spent most of the day Saturday – which happened to be Valentine’s Day – working. He stopped long enough to take me out to a nice dinner and to kiss every inch of my body, and then he spent Sunday prepping for his first official day at BKG. He’d been at work until 9:00 the night before, and I didn’t see an end to his ridiculous working hours in sight. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” I muttered.

“You know that starting a new job requires extra time.”

“I’ve hardly seen you since we got engaged.”

He sighed in frustration. “I’m fucking doing this for us.”

I was trying to see things from his perspective, but I couldn’t really understand why he felt like putting in twelve hours a day was for us.

I set my
makeup down on the counter and turned to Nick, who was nearly finished with his morning routine. His hair was perfect, he was freshly shaven, and he smelled clean and seductive with that sexy woodsy aftershave he used. He stood in front of me in just a pair of charcoal grey pants, and I couldn’t help but stare at his perfectly chiseled body. Just looking at him was enough to distract me from my thoughts. It was enough to take my breath away. 

I straight up loved everything about the man standing in front of me.

But I wanted it all.

I wanted Nick as my lover, my prince, my husband.

And I wanted Travis as my rock, my strength, my best friend.

Travis had made it clear that in choosing Nick, I had made my decision.

And Nick’s next words made it clear that if I chose Travis, I had made my decision: “If you go to San Diego, don’t expect me to be waiting around when you get home.”

“Nick, this is just something that I have to do. I need you to understand that.”

He stared at me, his eyes hard and unforgiving. “I think it’s the stupidest idea I’ve heard all month, and I’ve heard a lot of stupid shit this month.” He walked past me and out of the bathroom, refusing to meet my eyes. I followed him to his closet quietly, and I watched him pull on a white shirt and button it from the bottom up. Then he flipped through his ties a little more forcefully than normal, ultimately choosing a red and black one that he nearly ripped off of the rack.

“What’s going to happen if I go?” I asked. I knew it was stupid and I knew that it could put my relationship with Nick in jeopardy, but I was absolutely torn. Something in my heart told me that I needed to go. I’d deal with the fallout later.

“What do you mean?” he asked, knotting his tie aggressively.

“With us,” I whispered.

He finished tying his tie and turned to me before he answered, gazing at me with irritation. I wanted him to take me in his arms and tell me that it was all going to be okay. I wanted him to hold me and tell me that he’d come with me to San Diego. But he didn’t. “Julianne, I love you. I will always love you. I would do anything for you; you know that. I’ve proven that. I have tried to understand why you feel the need to see the man who ran away from you because you fucked him and then left him, but I’m having a real hard time coming up with any conceivable reason.”

“It’s because—”

He cut me off by holding up his hand. “I know you miss his friendship. Baby, I’ve tried to be understanding about this whole Travis thing, but I can only take so much. You’re engaged to me now, and you made your decision. Deal with it and give the guy some time.”