Was I being a pushover?I couldn't even decide. I mean, if I gave her the holy hell she deserved, I justknewshe'd get off on it.
I didn't know her very well – obviously – but she seemed the type to relish drama, and the last thing I wanted now was to give her any satisfaction. Correction – anymoresatisfaction.
And what was the deal with Devon?
Why was he just standing there like a sidekick in a hostage video?
Her smile faded, and her voice turned overly sympathetic. "Hey…don't worry."
Seriously, whatwasher name?
Savannah? Citronella? Centipede?
My jaw felt tight as I replied, "About what?"
She smiled sweetly. "That you won't find someone."
I wasn't worried. I was homicidal. "What do you mean?"
"I'm just saying, I know it's gotta be hard, seeing us together when you're all alone."
My smile was long gone. By now, I couldn't even fake it. "And you know this, how?"
"We ran into Delaney last week."
The name hit like a sucker punch. "Delaney Sinclair?"As if I knew another Delaney.
"Yeah, she said you were all by yourself." Psych Major gave a smug little laugh. "That's part of the reason we stopped by."
I was still reeling at the mention of my former best friend.So, Delaney had seen them? And gossiped with them?
About me?
Whatever bond we'd once had, it was clearly toast, because the last time Delaney had mentioned Devon, she'd been making noises about killing him in his sleep. But now, she was sending himhereof all places?
With his fiancée?
To do what?
Rub salt in the wound?
It sure sounded that way.
It was official.Today totally sucked.
Absently, I mumbled, "What?"
"You know…" Psych Major said. "To say hello."
It was a funny claim, considering that Devon had yet to say a single word. Regardless, what Ireallywanted was for both of them to say goodbye. All day, the shop had been ridiculously busy, giving me nearly no time to visit with anyone except for Franny.
But now, as if I'd been cursed by fate, the shop had gone utterly dead, giving me no convenient excuse to end this fiasco before I lost my cool.
Or who knows? Maybe I'd already lost it, because I felt like five seconds away from tossing both of them out on their stylish asses.
But then, from somewhere behind me, a new voice cut in. The voice was smooth, masculine, and casual as sin. "Babe? Everything okay?"
Babe?
