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“It just is.”
“Wes, it’s your neighbor, he was a gentleman and he simply asked me out to dinner. Why is that such a big deal?”
“Because it’s you, goddamn it, Clare.”
Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened into a small O. Fuck if I didn’t have the urge to kiss that mouth and wipe the shocked look off her face. Realizing what I had said and how Clare had most likely taken it, I cleared my throat.
“You’re my sister-in-law’s best friend. I feel…protective. I mean, I owe it to Rory to keep you safe.”
A look of disappointment flashed over her face before she looked away. “Right. Well, you don’t have to worry, Wes. I have no plans on calling him. Unlike the women you’re attracted to, I don’t sleep around, and he clearly was like you.”
Turning on her heels she started down the street. I closed my eyes and cursed. Then, to make matters worse, she reminded me that we weren’t done as she called out, “Are you coming or not, Wes?”
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
Clare
He Still Loves Her
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
How could I have let myself believe for one second that Wes Ward would be interested in me. But for one brief moment, I swore I had seen something other than annoyance in his green eyes.
“Stupid,” I whispered as I picked up a gold plate that said happy anniversary on it.
“I agree.”
Letting out a small cry of surprise, I spun around to see Wes.
He frowned. “What is wrong with you?”
“You scared me.”
“How?” Wes asked. Without waiting for me to reply, he went on. “My parents aren’t going to want all these stupid decorations. They’ll simply want all of us together celebrating their love. I don’t know why we have to have decorations.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “You just don’t want to be here.”
“You’re right. I don’t.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m sorry if shopping for your parents’ anniversary party interfered with your fuck fest.”
“My fuck fest? That would be if I had more than one woman in my bed.”
Snarling my lip up at him, I said, “Gross. Manwhore.”
Wes laughed. “I’ve never had a threesome in my life and don’t plan on it.”
I hated to admit how that made me relieved somehow.
“I think we should keep the decorations simple,” I said as I picked up another gold-colored decoration. “These anniversary decorations look so cheesy.”
“Agreed,” Wes said, holding up a gold plastic champagne glass.
“What is your mom’s favorite color?” I asked as we started to the other side of the store.
“Blue and red.”
“Your dad’s?”
