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“I’m over the illusion. He’s over me and moved on. I intend on doing the same.”
You’re wrong. He isn’t over you. If he were, he wouldn’t be giving me a death glare every time I look at you.
“I think he’s just annoyed that you’re playing with his discarded toy. All that bullshit about workborn monogamy and—”
As a plume of anger stirred in her chest, she realized that her feelings for Tristan had begun to shift away from love. “You know what, Dixon? I really don’t want to talk about this anymore, not ever again. I’d rather hear why we’re not going back to the oracle’s compound.”
He shrugged.
“If you want a break from all this, you deserve a break. Whatever guilt trip he pulled on you earlier, tell him to shove it straight up his—”
He saved me from that place. I owe him.
“Did he bring that up?”
No. He’d never say anything like that.
“He thinks you’re choosing someone else instead of him. It always goes back to that. At some point, you’ve got to make him realize that you’re choosing yourself, not another person. You have a right to your own life. If you want to join up with Tristan, fine. If you don’t, that should be fine too. Otherwise, he’s putting you in a cage, whether he means to or not. He acts just like a damn matron sometimes.”
Dixon popped the lid on her lunch.
Lila slammed it back down. “Oh, no. We’re not done. I also want to hear about your night with Blair, especially what happened after breakfast.”
Dixon stared at his sweet and sour pork. You only ordered that to screw with Tristan’s head. You made your point. I ordered this so we could trade. I know you like it.
“Thanks, but you’re not getting out of this so easily.” She said, smacking him in the arm. “I want details. Lots of details.”
Lila made loud kissy noises, then giggled harder and harder as Dixon blushed crimson.
The bedroom door opened, and Tristan stepped inside. “It’s just me.”
Tristan stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of wine glasses. His eyes washed over Dixon’s cheeks. “Do you want any wine?”
Both Lila and Dixon shook their heads.
Tristan gave Dixon one last look, grabbed a bottle of wine, then returned to his bedroom.
“So?” Lila prodded, a little giggle escaping. “Start with last night. What happened?”
Dixon swapped their meals then returned to his scribbling. Nothing much. She’d ask a question. While I wrote out an answer, she’d work. It was sort of nice, actually. I didn’t have anyone staring at me while I wrote.
Lila realized she’d been staring while he wrote.
She looked away.
He grabbed her chin and turned it back. It’s okay. I don’t mind when you and Tristan do it. You’re not impatient. You’re interested.
“So you just talked?”
Mostly. We looked at a few stars, too. I suppose she thought she’d stump me, but I knew enough of them for her to be impressed. She talked about her work. Perhaps that impressed her more than anything else. No one listens to her when she talks, at least about things she wants to talk about.
“And?”
Dixon looked away.
“You totally kissed her!”
He blushed and fiddled with his notepad.
