Page 13 of Alec’s Dream

“You need to press charges.”

“Why are you here?”

“Macy, you need to be smart.”

That seriously pissed me off. Partly because he was right, but mostly he was implying I was not being smart, therefore I was stupid. Which was the truth, I was, but I didn’t want perfect Alec Hall to know that.

“Why are you here?” I repeated.

“Babe—”

“No, really, why?”

“I was coming over to invite you to Jocelyn’s birthday party.”

“At the exact time Doug happened to be here?”

I knew, I damn well knew, that Alec had heard Doug telling me he was coming over at eleven.

“Yes, at the exact time your ex dickhead told you he was coming over to pick up your boy after you told him it wasn’t his weekend.”

See? I totally knew Alec’s timing was by design.

How embarrassing.

“And what, you thought you’d rush over here and save poor, stupid, pitiful Macy from getting—”

Alec’s body jerked back, effectively cutting my words off because he no longer looked like fire was going to shoot from his eyes—he looked like he was going to breathe fire.

“What the fuck?”

“You heard—”

“Oh, yeah, I heard a bunch of seriously fucked-up shit just come out of your mouth. I heard that.” Then weirdly, some of the fire started to burn out and he asked, “He teach you that?”

“Huh?”

“Poor, stupid, pitiful Macy? The stupid fuck, did he teach you to talk about yourself that way?”

It was my turn to rear back.

“What are you talking about?”

“You need to tell Jonny you’re pressing charges. Trespassing and harassment. Yesterday and today.”

Oh, no, we were back to that.

I decided I didn’t care why Alec was there, I just wanted this conversation to end so he could leave.

“I appreciate your help. Seriously, thank you. It is never fun when Doug’s shouting in my face but when he does it in my front yard, I worry about my neighbors hearing. But I’m not pressing charges. I just want him to leave. Jonny knows the drill.”

That made Alec’s mouth get tight, or I should say tighter, since he was already pinching his lips.

“You don’t and you’ll make my job harder.”

His job? What in the world was he talking about?

“Your job?”