Big Fat Liar 3 (Big Fat Liar #3) by Cookie Moretti Read Free Book Online Page A

emotion.
    “No.” She shook her head. “I’m not.”
    He took his eyes off her and instead stared at the ground. “That day I mistook you for a man…”
    “I was going to tell you the mistake but one thing lead to another…” Callie shrugged helplessly. “It was stupid.” I was stupid . “I just wanted to be by your side so desperately. Desperate enough to keep pretending to be a guy. I never thought…I never thought that a guy like you can actually love me. Chris, I’m so sorry. So so so sorry.”
    “Abel knew, didn’t he?” Chris looked up at her. “He knew.”
    “Yes.”
    “You both were probably laughing behind my back.”
    “No! Never!” Callie’s eyes went wide. “We never did that. We never would.” She walked up to him and tried to place her hand on his arm but he stepped away from her touch. That stung. Callie stared up at him and she could sense it.
    She lost him.
    “Chris?” He looked so calm that it scared her. Her eyes searched his face, trying to catch any hint of emotion but there was nothing. Not even anger. “Chris?”
    He turned away from her and started for the door. “Chris! Wait!” She grabbed his hand. “Chris!” Callie’s voice turned pleading.
    When he turned to look at her, what she saw made her breath catch. And it broke her heart. Chris stared down at her, his own eyes filled with unshed tears. She released him and covered her sobs with her hands.
    “I want to hate you right now,” he said hoarsely. “God I want to…but you know what? I still love you and that’s fucked up. I can’t even make myself hate you. I love you too much but who are you? I don’t even know, do I?”
    Chris searched her face. “I fell for a lie.”
    When he turned and walked out her life she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t. Callie knew that she had to let him go but it hurt all the same.
    And what hurt more was knowing the fact that she had hurt him. Hurt him so badly.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered through her sobs, staring at the door Chris had left open after his departure. “I’m sorry.”
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter Eighteen
     
     
    "Christopher, where's Cal?"
    Chris stiffened at his mother's softly spoken question but didn't turn around to answer. Jaw clenched, he continued to empty the water from the small plastic cup into the dark blue vase filled with wildflowers; his mother's favorites.
    "Chris?"
    "I don't know, Mom," he finally said and added with dark irritation: "I'm not his keeper."
    He heard his mother sigh wistfully. "I haven't seen him in ages. I miss seeing him. He's such a wonderful...boy."
    Boy my ass , Chris thought darkly.
    "It isn't really like him to not come and see how I'm doing," Eliza continued on. "Especially since my surgery is the day after tomorrow."
    Chris tossed the empty cup into the trash but didn't face his mother. If she saw his expression now, she'd see the anger he's been carefully suppressing around her delicate state. Instead he stared out the window, watching the cars below moving like ants.
    "I wish he would call me," Eliza said with another sad sigh. "I called his home phone but he never answers. You have his cell phone number don't you Chris? Can't you call-"
    "No," Chris snapped quickly, then softened his tone. "Mom...he's probably busy with...stuff."
    "Stuff?"
    "Yeah."
    "Chris, look at me."
    Steeling his expression, Chris turned and finally faced his mother. Laying on the hospital bed in a pink gown, Eliza studied her son carefully before sitting up. She still felt under the weather these days because of her condition but at least she hasn't lost the ability to move.
    "Mom," Chris said in warning. "Don't move around so much." He pushed away from the window and went to his mother who waved a hand at him with a laugh.
    "Oh Chris," Eliza chuckled, "I'm perfectly fine."
    Chris knelt down beside the bed and took her fragile hand with a frown. "Still...you shouldn't be pushing yourself."
    "I'm fine," she assured him again. "Now, tell me