Her smirked disappeared. "I have no idea what you mean."
"Sure you do," I said. "You've been drooling over him since the beginning."
"I have not!"
"You have, too," I said. "Maybeyoushould hate-fuck him."
Her chin lifted. "Maybe I will."
"Good." But even as I said it, I knew that the idea of them together didn't make me any happier than I was now. Andthatwas saying something.
After a few more barbs back and forth, Waverly huffed back into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
In the now-silent hallway, I shoved a hand through my hair and tried to think.
By now, I was so tired of everything – Brody's attitude, Waverly's sniping, and most of all, my own thoughts. The sad truth was, Ihadbeen thinking of Brody in ways that weren'ttotallyinnocent.
In fact, some of my thoughts were guilty as heck, especially in the dead of night when my imagination wandered and my fingers roamed. During the last week in particular, he'd been starring in all of my hidden fantasies.
How pathetic was that?
It made no sense. I reallydidhate him, most of the time anyway. Sure, we'd been getting along better lately, but so what?
Obviously, he hated me just as much as I hated him. Otherwise, why would he act like such a jerk?
Now I felt doubly unsatisfied.
I hadn't been able to give him a piece of my mindandI'd expended a sad amount of energy in trying to deny that yes, I might be attracted to him just a little.
Okay, more than a little.
Damn it.
With a sigh, I wandered to the living room, intending to sulk on the sofa.
I never made it.
And why?
It was because when I happened to glance out the front window, I saw Brody's truck in the driveway across the street.
So he was still around?
I flicked off the living room lights and edged closer to the window. Across the street, the lights were on, in spite of the late hour.
What on Earth was Brody doing?
Working?
It wasn't completely impossible.
In spite of my anger, I had to admit, Brody worked incredibly hard – and long hours too. But that didn't change anything.He was still a jerk.
And damn it, I wanted to tell him so.
Almost before I knew what I was doing, I'd already thrown on my sneakers and was heading straight across the street.
He wassogoing to get it.
