She growled and turned in her seat.
“What’s wrong with me, anyway?” I muttered, unable to stop myself.
“Isn’t that the million-dollar question,” she muttered.
“Seph.”
“What?What,Kieran? I told you I don’t want to fight.”
“I don’t want to fight either.”
“So why are you always doing it?”
I growled at her.
“You want me to coddle you, but I won’t.”
“Coddle me? Kieran, I don’t want you to coddle me!”
“Then what do you want?” I couldn’t help myself.
“I want my Kieran back!” she burst out suddenly. It sounded like the words surprised her as much as they did me.
I stared at her. “I’m right here.”
“Are you?” she demanded. “Are youmyKieran? The one I used to talk to and tell all my secrets to? Or the man who manipulated his way into my home to steal them?”
Her voice faltered.
“I’m losing track, Kieran.”
I swallowed hard. “Look, I know what I did seems unfair—”
She scoffed.
“But I never faked how I felt about you.”
“And how did you feel about me?” She looked me straight in the eyes. “Tell me.”
“I…”
I didn’t know how to answer.
She just shook her head.
“Yeah. Just like I thought.”
She sighed and stared out the window.
“Pull over, Kieran.”
“No,” I said.
“Please.”
“Seph.”
“Stop the damn car, Kieran!” she demanded, a new urgency in her voice.
