The door stopped opening, and I looked up to find Webber heading for the pump.
I stayed where I was, my heart pounding.
When he had the nozzle in the tank and was filling it up, he came to the window and gestured for me to roll it down.
Riggens crying didn’t bother him when he said, “I didn’t call her because she’s a pain in the ass on the best days. Waking her up from her beauty rest would’ve sucked for both of us.”
I nodded.
I didn’t like that answer.
I wished it would’ve been something like, “She’s not you.”
Instead, I was left with a feeling of emptiness as he went back to pumping the gas.
I rolled up the window and smiled and waved when he finished up.
As I drove to Aella’s place, I wondered if I would ever be able to get over a man that had never been mine…and never would be.
Seven
I’m a conduit for nonsense.
—Webber’s secret thoughts
WEBBER
The date wasn’t what I wanted, but when you had to appease the woman you were seeing, you went on dates anyway.
I hated dating.
Honestly, I thought it was a waste of time.
Why go out and do stupid things like painting with wine when you sucked at painting? Why not spend the day at my place, drink some beer, and enjoy a meal in front of a movie?
Today, though, it was a triple date with a few people from the club.
We were heading out for a dinner and a ride.
Though, Devney wasn’t going on the ride with me, thank God.
She was meeting a client after dinner, and I was heading out on my own.
It was four days after the incident at the diner, and everything had been quiet.
Moran hadn’t made another appearance, and I was hoping that meant that I wouldn’t be seeing her anymore.
Though, I had a feeling that I would be.
“What is your favorite meal here, Webber?” Searcy asked.
“Oh, the vegetarian…” Devney started, but Searcy snorted, stopping her in her tracks.
“If I wanted to know vegetarian options, I would’ve asked you. But I don’t, because you already pointed those out to all of the table the moment we sat down,” Searcy, Doc’s wife, grumbled. “We all know that you don’t like us eating meat around you, but we’re all meat eaters. And shaming us each time you sit down for a meal with us only makes us hate you more.”
I leaned back in my seat, wondering if I should defend Devney, but I decided that it was her own fault for always throwing out her opinions on people eating meat.
“That’s not what I…”
