Page 90 of No Limos Allowed


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He bristled. "I did, too."

"Oh, you mean…" I made little air quotes. "Foreverything?"

"Uh…yeah."

"So what does that include exactly? The lying? The cheating? The little visit from the other day?"

He pouted like a scolded child. "Jeez, you don't have to be so mean about it."

It took everything I had not to lunge across the counter. "Is that some kind of joke?"

He blinked stupidly, as if I'd just asked him to recite the alphabet backwards. But then, bouncing back more quickly than a dodgeball to the face, he leaned forward to say in a husky whisper, "I've been thinking about you."

Un-freaking-believable."What exactly are you getting at?"

He shrugged. "Nothing. I just thought you should know."

I was glaring now. "Why?"

Undaunted, he smiled. "Back in college, you'd still let me kiss you when you were mad." His smile turned sly. "Remember that?"

I remembered a lot of things, especially near the end. By now, I was quivering with righteous indignation. "Yeah, and I used to let you bum my Chinese takeout, too. But now?" My voice rose as my composure shattered. "I wouldn't toss you an eggroll if you were starving in the gutter!"

Woah.Even I was a little shocked. That might've been the cruelest thing I'd ever said. Probably it wasn't even true. I mean, if he were truly starving, he could have the eggroll and the soy sauce, too – and sure, some fried rice if I had any.

Damn it.

Me and my stupid conscience.

As my words echoed out between us, I caught my breath and braced for his reaction.

It wasn't what I'd expected.

Instead of flying off the handle, he gave a soft chuckle, like we were sharing a secret joke. Resting an elbow on the counter, he asked, "So…are you still seeing that guy?"

Oh, for God's sake."You mean the one fromfour daysago?"

"Five," he corrected.

I didn't bother stopping to count. Whether it was four days or five, the point remained. During that unholy visit, Griff had hinted that he wanted to marry me. This made us almost engaged as far as Devon was concerned.

What an idiot.Nobody went from nearly engaged to looking-for-love in just a few days – well, except for Devon, I guess. After all, that's exactly what he'd done tome.

The realization wasn't comforting. Even so, there was a small part of me that was actually glad to see him – but not for the reasonheseemed to think.

I leveled him with a look that cut through the nonsense. "Listen, I've got a question."

He perked up. "Yeah?"

"Where did you see Delaney?"

He smirked. "Delaney who?"

"Oh, please. As if you don't know." My voice hardened. "Delaney Sinclair. From college."

Delaney had been haunting my thoughts for days, ever since I'd learned that I wasn't the only person she'd ghosted.

After Tessa had dropped that surprise bombshell, I'd asked her a bunch of questions, only to learn nearly nothing – except that Delaney had broken things off with her family around the same time she'd broken things off with me.