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“No, he threw that at me when I chucked him out. Although, I’ll get the locks changed now, just incase.”
“And that front door code needs to change, half the time the door’s propped open because it’s notworking.”
“Jerry said that, funnily enough. And talking about Jerry, I think he’s ignoring me, he hasn’t called or texted inages.”
“I have to meet with him today, do you want me to mentionanything?”
“No, no way. He’s a little upset with me, I know why. I’ll give him a call later. I’m going to miss him when heleaves.”
We had arrived at Mackenzie’s car. “I don’t see why you still can’t be friends,” he said, as he placed my bag in theboot.
“Do you know how he feels about me?” I asked. Mackenzie nodded as he closed the boot and opened the cardoor.
“I sort of told him about us, I was a little upset after that lunch,” Isaid.
“What do you mean,sort of? What did you say?” he asked, when he climbed into hisseat.
“Just that we were having some fun, nothingmore.”
Again, I saw that clenching of thejaw.
“I didn’t want him to think there was anything else, so as not to upset him, initially,” Iadded.
The jaw relaxed and Mackenzie gave a ghost of a smile as we pulled out of the carpark.
Gabriella could very well becorrect.
“So you told him we werehaving some fun,and he hasn’t spoken to yousince?”
“Correct.”
“Well, we’ll have to rectify that, won’t we?” He looked at me with asmirk.
“I don’t want you to interfere,okay.”
“Like I said, I have to meet with him today, he can come to thehouse.”
“I’m not sureI’d…”
“You don’t want him to know you’re at my house?” We were back to jawclenching.
“I...”
“What,Lauren?”
“I’m not sure I want him to know about Scott, and if he sees me at your house, he’ll ask why I’mthere.”
“One, why don’t you want him to know about Scott? And two, I don’t see the problem with him knowing you’re staying at my house. Why is this socomplicated?”
“I’m embarrassed,Mackenzie.”
He slammed the car breaks on so hard that I braced myself waiting for the smash into the back of the car from the one behind. I clenched my eyes closed; nothingcame.
“You’re embarrassed? What the fuck does that mean? You’re ashamed ofus?”
The seat belt had tightened and dug into the bruise on my hip, and I winced trying to loosenit.
“No, I’m not fucking ashamed. Why does it have to come around to you or us? I’m embarrassed because I let a fucking man punch me in the face, pull my hair from its roots, and kick me, okay?” My voice had risen to a shout. It competed with the honking traffic. “Sort this fucking seat belt out,” I added, wrenching onit.
