“Because so far, you haven’t been very convincing.”
My heart is pounding so hard, it’s going to burst out of my chest. “You’re the… You’re the one who followed me out here.”
“Because you wanted me to.”
“I literallyranaway from you.”
“So I could catch you.”
“Oh my God, you’re delusional.”
“No, just an expert at reading your mind.”
I breathe out sharply, my heart still trying to fly out of my body. With clenched teeth, I say, “Get away from me. Just get away from me, all right? I didn’t want you to follow me. I didn’t want you to catch me. I want nothing to do with you. Not after how big of an asshole you were that night. Not after?—”
“So this is about that night,” he cuts me off, his jaw pulsing.
“You—”
“I guess what they say is true then,” he goes on. “No good deed goes unpunished.”
“What good deed?”
He leans closer, his biceps bulging with the action. “I warned you, didn’t I. To get somegoddamnfucking sense and stay the fuck away from me. That’s the most good I’ve done for someone in a long fucking time.”
“You call that a good deed? You were?—”
“But instead of a nice fucking thank you, I find you jerking that asshole off with your tight little ass.”
“What? I wasn’t jerking him off.”
“Then what the fuck were you doing?”
“Dancing, you asshole,” I snap, getting all up in his face. “It’s called dancing. With my date.”
He draws back slightly. “That fuckface was your date.”
“He’s not a fuckface,” I protest. “His name is?—”
“You say his name,” he growls, his voice low and threatening, “and I’ll hunt him down andmakehim forget yours.”
I shiver at his threat. And just like I knew back there that he’d follow through on it, I very much believe him now as well. Iknowhe can do it. Because I think he already has.
“You had him fired,” I breathe out.
“What?”
My breath turns into a hiccup as I say, or more like accuse, “My catering boss. From that night. You had him fired, didn’t you?”
The official statement was that he had to leave because he got another job. But I’m not an idiot. I know he had something to do with it. The famous Wrecking Thorn, my asshole stepbrother. They’d do anything for him in this town, including fire someone at his demand. And yes, it did feel good that my boss wouldn’t be there to hit on me and make my job difficult, but I still don’t think he should’ve gone behind my back like that. Especially after how he behaved that night.
“He was harassing you,” he replies.
“I never said that,” I retort.
“You didn’t have to.”
“You’re not really a mind reader.”
