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“No,” I said. “I’m staying over here. Because I’m not sure I trust your mood right now.”
He rose from the couch. “I thought I knew you. I thought you wouldn’t hurt him. I thought—”
“Wait—what’s going on here?” I demanded. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I saw you,” he gritted out. “Having lunch with that fuckingsuit. In our booth. In our restaurant.”
“You were at O’Reilly’s,” I said and then immediately relaxed. “Got it. And you saw what you saw. Which was, what, exactly?”
“I saw him pay. And then I watched you hug him. Fuck, Willa, you were crawling all over him. I can’t believe—Duke’s stupidly in love with you. You know that. He’s been in love with you since we were kids. This is going to destroy him.”
“You want a beer?”
He blinked. “Huh?”
“That took the wind out of your sails,” I quipped. “Go on, keep accusing me of cheating on Duke. But while you do, I’m gonna have a beer. Because, Lord, it’s been a day. My own best friend thinks I’m a cheating hussy because he saw me hug someone at a restaurant. Wonderful.”
“Notsomeone.A man. A man I don’t recognize.” He squared his shoulders. “Well, explain it to me then.”
“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I snapped. “And I certainly won’t defend myself when you’ve already decided I’ve cheated.”
I marched over to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer—one of Savage’s favorites—and yanked open the drawer to find a bottle opener.
After I took a long sip, I turned to face him. His jaw was clenched and judging by his countenance, I knew he was trying to rein in his emotions.
“Where’s the loyalty?” I asked quietly.
“I saw what I saw.”
“You don’t know what you saw, you idiot,” I said. “If I was cheating on Duke, do you really think I’d be that dumb to do it at our place? Where I know you eat at least twice a week?”
He rubbed the back of his neck and had the grace to look sheepish. “So you weren’t—aren’t—cheating on Duke?”
“No, doofus. I’m not cheating on Duke.” I took another sip of beer and finally kicked off my heels. “Oh, that’s better.”
“Well, are you going to tell me what it was?”
“Tell you before I tell Duke? I don’t think so.”
“So, it is about Duke?”
“No, jerk. It’s about Waverly.” I sighed. “The suit is Ansel Prescott, and he’s a colleague of Vance Raider.”
“Raider,” he repeated. “The club lawyer?”
“Yup.”
“Why are you seeing a lawyer?”
“Because I want legal guardianship of Waverly,” I said. “And I met with Ansel today to discuss it.”
His face fell. “Oh.”
“Yeah.Oh.”
“And?”
“And what?”
