Why Don't You Just Meet Me In The Middle の小説・ストーリー

“When would you want me to meet with him? And where?” “I'd like you to meet with him as soon as possible. How about tomorrow's afternoon? You can come to his office as always, or you both can meet somewhere neutral, like a restaurant or a hotel. I just want to make sure there is a productive conversation, without any distractions. What do you think?” Ciara asked, her voice thoughtful. Sheila considered for a moment. “I think a neutral location would be best for the meet up. That way, neither of us will feel like we're on our home turf, and we'll both be more open to compromise.” She replied, fielding out Ciara's thought.

“We don't need to meet on this.” “Joel, now is not the time to be stubborn. I don't know what's going on between you two or what had happened, but you'll have to put your differences aside and make this work. If you're going to help, you'll have to compromise.” “You don't get it.” “That's 'cause everyone has refused to explain it to me. And since that's that, get yourself to opebi road, at the Sweet Sensation restaurant. You have only one hour to get there.”

The tension in the air was palpable, even over the phone. I closed my eyes and took a breath, trying to calm the simmering frustration inside me. As much as I hated Elias, he wasn’t wrong. There had been an uptick in attacks on our gates too, and if we were facing the same enemy, it made sense to at least have a conversation about it. But inviting him to my pack? That was out of the question. "Okay," I said finally, after a long pause. "What if we meet in the middle? In the neutral city, there’s a bar called The Burrows. We can meet there tonight for drinks and talk."

To choose me just once. That part of me says yes before the rest of me can stop it. "Ten minutes," I say. "That is all you get." "Thank you. Can we meet? Somewhere public. Wherever you are comfortable." I think about this. About letting him into my space. Into the life I have built without him. Then I decide no. If we are going to do this, it will be on neutral ground. "There is a coffee shop on the corner of Fifth and 52nd. I will meet you there tomorrow at two."

He pulled back, his brows tightened “No,” he said. I blinked. “No?” “Absolutely not.” I sat up slightly. “Hear me out…” “I’ve heard enough,” he cut in. “We’re not doing that.” “There are no better options,” I said calmly. “There are always better options than putting you in the middle of it.” “I’m already in the middle of it,” I pointed out. “That’s different.” “How?” I challenged. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

They can never know the real me. We haven’t told the kids yet why we're really here; they won’t understand just yet. We will wait until they’re older. Rain and I discovered very early on that if you arrange a business meeting and invite the mate too, that’s a great opportunity to get more information. It feels less like a business meeting and more like a double date. We talk business over dinner, and when the men start discussing contracts, I move the women to the living room and start complaining about my life.

“Look, if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have been hurt by your rejection, and if you didn't care, you wouldn’t have stopped him last night for the right reasons.” I swallowed. “So stop thinking you’re the problem,” she finished. I stared ahead, then nodded slowly. “But will this ever stop?" I asked in a weak voice. "The arguments, the misunderstandings… all of it.” “It will,” she answered. “You’re just two people trying to understand eachother." “It doesn’t feel like that,” I admitted. “It feels like we’re constantly….colliding.” “That’s because you are,” she said with a shrug. “You’re both strong. You both feel deeply and neither of you really knows how to meet in the middle yet.”

“You gotta be a buzz killer huh. I was having a hot time with this girl I met at a bar. What’s with the call man?” “We need to meet.” “What do you mean we need to meet? Can’t whatever you want to say be said over the phone? Or have you made up your mind already?” “Well, I did say that we should meet before any decision is made and make plans on how it’s going to be done. But maybe I can tell you over the phone.” “Sure.” I took some time before throwing it out there. “I think we should call the whole thing off. I’m done.

“But I do!” She grabbed my shoulders. It looked like she was using all her strength to do so. “Didn’t you say that you want to go out? Let’s go, then.” Her shoulders slumped, making her look like a wilted plant. However, she still pushed my wheelchair. “Okay, let’s go.” In just a few steps, some people came forward. There were even reporters with cameras. “Mr. Zimmer, what are your thoughts about plagiarizing your work?” “Why did you become a homewrecker?”

He may be consulting on how to go about it. I checked on Ariana, and it appeared she was okay. I stood up and went to the phone. I dialled a number and waited for the call to connect. "I need your help. How do we meet?" I asked. "Let me see where you are and I will come to you," she replied. "No, I want to come to you," I rejected the request to come to me. "Let's meet on a neutral ground," I proposed. "And where will that be?" she asked.