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Bitch was about the right speed for that.
She'd gone pale. She looked like she might become ill. "When did that happen?" she asked, nearly spitting out the words.
I didn't even try to touch that one.
"Aren't you going to congratulate us?" I countered with instead.
She didn't bother. The engagement bombshell had been enough to knock her off kilter. It was refreshing to see her usually serene facade slip so completely.
I hoped, quite wholeheartedly, that Dante was taking note.
"It doesn't matter," Tiffany said derisively. "You still don't own him."
"It doesn't make you happy," I said with relish. "But it matters. And yes, I fucking do."
Her reaction was interesting and if I was being spiteful (newsflash: I was), amusing as hell.
She got up and practically ran from the place, fleeing without giving me so much as a backward glance.
I was still wearing a triumphant grin when I caught the look on Dante's face.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" he asked, looking beyond pissed and into desperately furious. "My mother will know about that ring within the hour. Do you even understand the kind of hell she's going to raise for this?"
"My God," I said slowly, tone as disbelieving as I felt. "You're turning this on me? Somehow you're going to get out of having to explain the fact that I found you at a bar with fucking Tiffany!"
"You're the one that left. I wouldn't have been alone for her to join if you'd been with me."
Oh hell no.
If he wanted to fight, he'd come to the right place.
"Is that right?" I asked, tone dangerous.
He was feeling lucky, apparently. "Just stating facts, tiger. If you'd kept your promise and stayed here, you wouldn't be so worried about whether Tiffany was paying me surprise visits or not."
A fight it was. "If I can't trust you—" I began.
"That's not what I said. Don't twist this. It was strange timing. I was here reading—"
I rolled my eyes. "Really? Reading at a bar?"
"Yes. I do it a lot, actually. I don't mind the noise. It's nicer than being alone."
Ouch. Yes. Point taken.
"And she just walked up, sat down. I was as surprised to see her as you were."
I studied him with narrow eyes. "And this is the first time she's visited you? Since I left, I mean."
"Yes," he said without hesitating, eyes meeting mine squarely.
"Where is she staying?"
"I have not a clue. I never asked."
"How long was she here before I showed up?"
"A few hours. We mostly talked about everyone from high school. It was a boring conversation, to be honest. I was just being polite."
