“That’s not what—“
“And for your information, I’m perfectly capable of putting on my own seat belt.”
This snarky little…
“Then you should have done it instead of just sitting there,” I mutter.
She scoffs a laugh.
I roll my shoulders back, dust off my slightly bruised ego, and start to pull out of the lot.
The snow’s nasty—soft and slippery—so I’m going to have to be careful.
“Your boss is an asshole, by the way,” I say as I turn onto the road.
“I’m aware.”
“He always been like that?”
She lets out a low breath. It makes me glance at her. She’s biting down on the corner of her full bottom lip.
Why am I looking at her lips instead of the road?
Jesus. Fuck. I need to get it together.
“You probably know he’s my ex? Things between us are tense at the moment.”
That guy is her ex? “I didn’t know that.”
“Really? And here I was thinking it was hot gossip.”
I tap against my earlobe. “In one ear, out another. I don’t give a fuck about other people’s lives.”
“Then you’re an anomaly in this town. Most people here can’t help but stick their noses into other people’s business. Anyway, he cheated on me with the other bartender who was working tonight.”
Oh.Oh.
Okay. I’m starting to get it. She probably thinks I’m like her ex—a cheater—hence the immediate dislike. She’s wrong though. I don’t cheat. I make it very clear I’m not interested in anything serious, that I’m not looking for commitment.
But it feels like right now is not the time to clarify that.
She sounds too casual, like she’s making an effort not to let on how much that fucker really hurt her.
“When did this happen?”
“Four, nearly five months ago.” She brushes a speck of dust off the dashboard. “He says he wants to get back together, but I don’t think he knows what he wants.”
The thought of Blake being with that asshole does something unpleasant to my insides.
I turn the windshield wipers on. They struggle to keep up with the rapidly building snow. “Why wouldn’t he fire her if he wants to fix things between you two?”
“He offered. I told him not to.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Not a lot of other jobs in Darkwater Hollow.”
“So you’re worried about the job prospects of a woman who fucked your boyfriend?”
