With nothing for it, I grabbed the food, got out and headed his way, noting he disappeared into the house before I had my car door open.
I entered, closed the door behind me, and saw him standing behind his kitchen counter.
I approached, stopped opposite and put the food on the counter, all under his heavy glower.
“Before you get more pissed than the inexplicably pissed you are,” I began, “I had to let Jacques out, as you know, then Linda caught me and we had a short chat about Alexis and Jacob’s wedding, and I’m hungry, so I grabbed our food.”
He didn’t comment on any of that.
He stated, “You went to The Porch the other night.”
Uh-oh.
Why was he mentioning that?
“Yes,” I said slowly.
“You told me you did.”
“Yes,” I repeated, equally slowly.
“What you didn’t tell me is that you went to meet Brady.”
Yes, I deliberately left that part out, precisely for this reason.
This meant now I was going cautious when I asked, “Did he mention it to you?”
“No. Cheyenne dropped by and gave me the news.”
Oh my God.
Fucking Cheyenne!
So maybe she wasn’t stalking me.
Maybe she was surveilling me so she could mess with me, Knox, and Brady, and whoever got in her unhinged crosshairs for reasons unknown to those of us who were not unhinged.
“Listen, Brady told me you two had an unhappy discussion, and we need to talk about that—” I started.
“Are you fucking him?”
My head jerked, and I asked, “What?” even if I heard his question.
He leaned toward me and roared, “Are you fucking him?”
I stood stock still, because I’d seen him this pissed the night we broke up, it was not a fun memory, thus, I warned, “You need to take a breath, Knox.”
“You need to answer my question, Luna.”
“We’ll be talking about this, but I’ll not be doing that if you shout at me.”
“I did not fuck her. I could barely stand to kiss her, because she wasn’t you.”
My heart started beating really fast, and other things were happening to me too, all of them terrifying.
“That wasn’t on me,” I retorted.
“No?”
