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Beausnorts. “Soyou did takeIsabellehome, then?”
Tensioninstantly knots my spine, andIturn to him. “What?”
“You’vegot fucking scratches down your back.Ithought you two were going to end up in bed whenIsaw you together last night.”
Fuck.Shaedug her nails into me whenIfucked her on the table, butIhad no idea she’d left marks.Ido my best not to look at her, butIcan’t imagineBeau’scomments going down well.Thelast thingIneed is for him to say something toIsabelleabout it, but ifIdeny it, he’s going to ask whoIdid go home with.
“NotIsabelle,”Imutter, hoping he’ll leave it at that.ButIshould have known better.
“Youfucking dog.”Helaughs. “Soyou’re cozying up toIsabelle, then you take some other chick home and fuck her?Ordid she ditch you and force you to find someone else to empty your blue balls into?”
Abar stool scrapes against the tiles then.Iclench my eyes shut even asIkeep my face turned toward the fridge.
“Where’reyou going,ShaeBear?Ithought you were going to have breakfast with me,”Beausays.
“Ijust remembered… somethingIhave to do.”
Hervoice is tight, andIcan’t help but look at her as she passes me on her way out of the kitchen.Herhead is down and her cheeks are pale.Iswear under my breath.Ican’t rush out after her orBeauwill have all kinds of questions for me.
Igo about preparing my breakfast, trying not to let on thatI’mgutted over whatShaemust be thinking right now.
“Doyou think she’s all right?”Beauasks, genuine concern in his voice. “She’sbeen acting a little weird lately.I’veasked her about it, but she tells me there’s nothing wrong.Hasshe said anything to you?”
“Notreally.Ithink she’s just worried about the job situation back home.”
Beaushakes his head, a crease between his brows. “Sheknows she can stay here as long as she wants, right?”
Inod. “Shewants to go back, though.”It’strue, even thoughIdon’t know why she doesn’t want to stay here.Ithits me suddenly.Whateverthis is, it has a time limit, becauseShae’sgoing to leave.ThenI’llbe left with nothing but a secretI’llnever forget and a guilty conscienceI’llnever get rid of.
Istare out at the view asIdrink my orange juice, tension pulling at the base of my neck.
Beaufinishes his breakfast and then grabs his bass and heads to our music room.Iwait until the door clicks shut behind him, and thenIknock quietly onShae’sdoor.There’sno answer, andI’mabout to knock again when she finally calls out. “Comein.”
Islip inside and close the door quietly behind me.
Myheart sinks at the sight in front of me.Shae’ssitting on her bed, her back against the headboard, knees pulled up to her chest.Hereyes are red.
“Itwasn’t the wayBeaumade it sound,”Isay quickly.
Hergaze bores into me. “Whatwas it like then?”
“IsabelleandIwere just talking.”
“Sowhy didBeausay you were cozying up to her, and that he thought you two were going to end up sleeping together?”
“Probablybecause we were dancing at one point.”
Herbrows rise. “Youwere dancing?Youdon’t like dancing.Youonly danced once with me at our senior prom.”
Igrit my teeth. “Sheasked andIsaid yes.”
“Right.Becauseyou wanted to sleep with her.Sowhat happened?Didshe change her mind?Isthat why you came after me?”
“Fuck,Shae.Ofcourse not.Youknow me better than that.”
“DoI?”Shelooks out the window, a far-off expression on her face.
“Yes, you fucking do.YouthinkIwould use you that way?Youdon’t thinkIcould have gone home with any number of women at that party?I’ma fucking rock star,Ican have practically anyoneIwant.”
