Miranda pushed me toward the door. “That’s none of your business.”
“But it’s only been a few weeks,” I protested.
Ethan came over and stood between Miranda and me.
I clenched my fists. “Get out of my face,” I snarled.
“Lachlan, don’t start a scene,” Miranda said. “Just go.”
I stared into her angry eyes.
Before I could speak, Ethan pushed me out the door. I grabbed him by the shirt, my nose virtually clashing with his.
I shoved him off. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Leave him alone!” Miranda yelled. “Get out of here.” Her eyes were wide and angry. “I don’t want to see you.”
I released Ethan then turned and stared at Miranda. She turned away quickly and slammed the door in my face.
I lingered there, unsure whether to bang on the door. All I could see were Miranda’s icy, hostile eyes.
I released a tight breath. Whatever it took, I would win her back. I hated the idea of someone else being with the only woman I had ever loved. That she’d given herself to someone so quickly made my heart shrivel into a pea.
I shuffled off with eyes on my feet.
Once on the first floor, I heard someone ask, “You’re going out again?”
I looked up, and it was the lady who’d let me in earlier.
“Um… yeah. I left something in the car.”
“This time, I hope you’ve got your keys.”
“Mm… Sure.”
I took a deep breath. I was too torn up to feel bad about fibbing to the snoopy neighbor.