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Planting her hands in the mess, she leaned over it toward me. “You werekissinghim.”
Her blue eyes sparked with something that looked a lot like anger. Her voice was a definite accusation as if what I’d been doing was wrong.
I couldn’t help it. I bristled, the need to protect Max and what we had coming out full force. “He’s my boyfriend.”
“What?” she shrieked.
“Veronica—” I started.
She smacked her palm against the floor, a small yelp cutting into her obvious ire. Holding her hand up, we both noted the freshly welling blood.
“You cut yourself.” I pointed out the obvious. “You should go clean that up.”
“Since when is he your boyfriend?” she said, stabbing a finger in the direction of our table. “I just saw you dancing with someone else last night!”
I rocked back on my heels. “You were at the blackout party?”
“When?” she demanded.
The other waitress returned with a broom, bucket, and mop. “Let me help you, honey.”
Standing, I grabbed the broom from the older woman. “I’ll help too.”
Veronica shot up from the mess. “I asked you a question!”
The place fell quiet again. I felt the stare of literally everyone in the place.
Max appeared at my back, his body heat familiar and welcoming. Without even thinking, I stepped back into it.
“What the hell is going on?” Max wrapped his hand just above my elbow.
Veronica’s eyes whipped to him, the blue narrowing into slits. “You told me you were going to help him.” She criticized him. “But it looks like you did way more than that.”
I glanced at Max.WTF?
The hand around my elbow let go for his arm to snake around my waist instead.
The other waitress glanced at us uncomfortably, saying, “Veronica, honey, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I don’t want to clean up!” she yelled. “I want an explanation.”
Max’s body tensed, his arm anchoring me closer to his side. I would have rolled my eyes, but his voice cut me off. “Wes is mine.”
I turned, giving him yet anotherWTFlook. I seriously needed to teach him some people skills.
I faced Veronica to explain, “Max and I have a complicated relationship. We always have. But we’re together now.”
“No.”
I drew back. Max made a rude sound.
Gently, I said, “Veronica, I told you I liked guys. Remember?”
“But you said you like me too.”
“As a friend,” I repeated.
Did she drop this tray because she saw me kissing Max?
