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I hope he chokes on it.

I swallow.

“That’s what happened?”

His mouth tightens. “You told me from the beginning you didn’t do casual. I told you what I had to offer.”

“That is not what I asked.”

His eyes flicker.

I almost laugh.

We have done this before.

Yesterday.

Did Hyde order you?

He approved it.

That is not what I asked.

Apparently Bitter likes answering the question that hurts least.

So I ask again.

“Was that all I was?”

His hand tightens around the coffee cup.

“Yes.”

Trixie’s voice comes from somewhere behind me.

“Bullshit.”

I turn.

I had not even seen her.

She is standing near the open garage entrance, red hair pulled into a messy knot, black shirt, jeans, arms folded. Her eyes are on Bitter.

He looks at her. “Trix.”

“Nope.”

She steps farther inside. “I kept my mouth shut because I figured yesterday was between you and her.”

Bitter’s face hardens. “It is.”

“Then quit lying to her in front of everybody.”

Something twists in my chest.

I do not want anyone defending me.

I desperately need somebody to.