“Maybe another time. We should probably head out. I scheduled massages for us to kick off the weekend.”
I clenched my fists. The fuck he did. She wasn’t going. I slammed my fist against the doorframe.
“What was that?” Arlo asked.
“Oh. I’m sure it’s just the dryer. Sometimes it gets a littleoverheated.” I knew she’d raised her voice for my benefit. “Can you give me a sec?”
“Sure.”
I backed into the bedroom.
Wren came in in a rush, flushed and wide-eyed. “What the heck are you doing?” she hissed.
“Get rid of him,” I ground out. My patience was wearing thin.
“Will you calm down?” she whispered, glancing back over her shoulder.
“Not until I know you’re mine.” She hadn’t said it. Hadn’t given me any indication that she felt the same, and I was dying here.
“Bennett.” She placed her hand over my heart. “I’m yours. Okay?”
I relaxed a little, but I knew I wouldn’t fully until this situation with Arlo was handled. “I want you to delete the LoveBirds app.”
“Seriously?” She shook her head. “We can talk about it later,” she ground out.
“Wren.” I gripped her chin, thinking about the couples massage he’d booked. The lingerie she’d bought forhim. “You have five minutes to get rid of Arlo, or I will.”
She glared at me over her shoulder. “Stay here. And stop telling me what to do. You’re acting like my brother.”
She returned to the living room and Arlo. “Sorry about that. Look, Arlo, you’re a great guy. And I’ve had a lot of fun with you.”
“Oh no.” He groaned. I felt bad for the guy, truly. If Wren hadn’t chosen me, I would’ve been devastated.
“But I haven’t been fair to you,” she continued. “And I think we need to talk…”
She was kind but firm when she broke it off with him. And despite his evident disappointment, he was a gentleman. When the door finally closed, I let out a sigh of relief.
When she didn’t immediately join me in the bedroom, I went out to find her. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, eating a cookie and wearing a contemplative expression.
“Can I join you?” I asked.
“Be my guest.” She pushed the box over to me, and I grabbed a cookie and hopped up onto the counter next to her. She finished off her cookie and glanced at the clock.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “Just need a minute to process…everything.”
“Are you upset about Arlo?” I asked.
She nodded, and my heart dropped.Shit.
“I feel really bad about the whole thing.”
I took her hand in mine. “These things happen.”
“Yeah.” She laughed. “They usually happen to me. I’m usually on the receiving end of a breakup.”
“Do you regret it?”
