My throat went dry at his words. “You did what?”
“It’s what I do.”
“That doesn’t make it okay.”
“You don’t have enough money to keep going the way you are, yet you’re so willing to stay here where things can only get worse.”
“The rentals are starting to pick up,” I argued.
“And you’ll still make the same crappy pay.”
“Because that’s what the family can afford!”
“And yet you have this house. What kind of investment is that?”
“Most would say it’s a good investment.”
“If you have the money to pay for it. Right now, you’re house poor. You would have been better off living with your parents or staying with your brothers. Instead, you live here, in a house you can’t afford.”
My cheeks flushed bright red. He was right. I couldn’t afford it, but things weren’t always like this. He didn’t know the half of how hard things had been around here, and not everything could be seen by looking at my bank statements.
There was plenty he obviously didn’t know, but I was too pissed about the fact that he invaded my privacy to say anything.
“Well, I guess we have the answer to our questions.”
“In what way?” he asked.
“Clearly, you think I can’t manage my own life. I’m not sure why you would ever consider dating me, let alone staying married to me.”
“Krista—”
“It’s fine,” I smiled. “I don’t want to live in Pennsylvania, and you don’t want to live here. It seems to me that it’s pretty obvious what the solution to our problem is. A quick trip to Vegas will solve everything.”
“That wasn’t?—”
Willa let out a small cry, giving me the perfect escape I needed. “Hey, sweetie. Are you getting hungry? Let’s get you some milk.”
I escaped to the kitchen, ignoring the questioning gaze following me. It didn’t matter if Rob believed in me or not. I wasn’t going to stand here and explain myself to him. It was clear it wouldn’t work between us.
At least I knew it now before I got too attached.
Well, more attached than I already was.
33
ROB
“I’m sorry,”I said as I walked into the bedroom later that night.
Krista had pretty much been ignoring me since the baby broke up what would have been a pretty nasty fight between us. As soon as she walked out of the room, I knew I had overstepped. What kind of asshole said shit like that? Who pointed out money issues?
I was a dickhead, and she was right to ignore me the rest of the day.
But Willa and Lizzy had gone home an hour ago, and she still wasn’t talking to me.
Hobbling over to the bed, I sat down gingerly, hoping she would listen to me. “It’s none of my business.”
“It’s really not.” She laid there, staring off into the dark, completely ignoring me.