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"I think you should go home, Blondie," he says as he lets go of my waist and circles the table. "You should go."
"Why?" I swallow hard. "You afraid you'll lose?"
His jaw tenses. "I'll go."
He heads for the exit as I follow behind him. He doesn't slow his pace until we're outside.
I grab his shoulder, forcing him to face me. "What's going on, Wilder?"
"You shouldn't have invited her."
"Okay," I lick my lips nervously. "I'll go back in and uninvite her."
As I turn, he grabs my arm. "No. Don't."
"Seriously?" I frown. "What's going on? You're not acting like, well, you."
"She's... I don't... I... she..."
"Just spit it out!"
"She's a freak!"
I blink slowly. "What?"
"She's into weird shit," Wilder lets my arm go. "She made me do weird shit, okay? Shit I'm not comfortable discussing so don't ask me about it. Shit I'd never do to anyone."
I think he's traumatized. I think Olivia-Sophia literally traumatized him. And for the first time in my life, I actually feel bad for Wilder.
"Okay," I clear my throat, my mind racing through a thousand different scenarios. "Do you need a ride home?"
"Yeah," he scratches the side of his face. "If you don't mind."
"No," I answer as I hook my arm around his. "I don't mind."
His gaze lands on our linked arms. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you home," I brush off.
"No, why are you touching me?"
I shrug. "Seems like you could use a friend."
Wilder pulls his arm out of mine and grabs my hand. He squeezes lightly, not letting go until we reach my car.
When we're buckled inside, Wilder presses his forehead to the window and takes a deep breath.
I don't know what happened with Olivia-Sophia but I've never seen Wilder like this before.
I didn't think he was scared of anything.
I guess I was wrong.
Chapter 7
The Country Club
I know I really shouldn't, but I click on the Snapchat icon on my phone and prepare myself for the worst. Pictures of Cash surrounded by sexy European women with long legs and gorgeous hair lying on sandy beaches in Ibiza or Majorca. And there will probably be videos of him dancing in nightclubs, too, living up his newfound freedom in Amsterdam and London. Why wouldn't he?
