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He smirks.
I roughly tug on my purse, slam my foot against his running board and fling myself into his luxury vehicle. Kastle strides confidently around the hood and starts driving.
The highway spills in front of us. Lampposts alternate between orange and silver lights. The glow falls against his handsome face until he looks like a stunning painting. The kind of painting a teenaged girl would see at a museum and fall in love with. With the colors. With the lights and the shadows. With the man himself.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Grab all the anger and pain I felt from our fight, from the days of silence that followed. I gather it up and make it into a cloak that I pull tightly around myself.
Kastle stares ahead. “Tell me.”
“The wine? Dinner? What the hell were you trying to prove?”
“He didn’t bother asking you what you wanted.” Kastle’s voice gets deep and dark, as if he’s truly pissed off by the thought. “He didn’t freaking ask. He just ordered for you. He didn’t bother to give you what you deserved.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“He got the attention of the most beautiful woman in the room. The least he could have done was ask what you wanted to drink.”
My heart does a flip. The most beautiful woman?
I hate myself for falling for that.
It won’t be that easy.
It freaking won’t.
Anger singes brighter and hotter. Is he messing with me? Pulling my leg? The last time we spoke, Kastle accused me of being as bad as his mother. He looked at me with eyes that burned. He frowned at me with lips that were hard and unbending.
I dig my fingers into my purse and resist the urge to smack him in the face. If I did that, the car would careen over the road and we’d probably both die in a violent crash.
“Don’t,” I snap. “Don’t act like everything’s okay between us. You don’t get to waltz back in and scold me about who I choose to spend time with.”
“I’m glad.” He scrubs his chin. “Seeing you tonight made everything clear.”
“Don’t talk to me.”
He glances my way. “We’re not broken.”
My eyes narrow to slits. I want to smack him in the face. I want to slam him with my purse. Over and over. I didn’t know I was so violent, but I’m battling back a rising wave of fury that just won’t go away.
“You don’t get to do this to me.” I glare at his handsome face. At the eyes that see to my soul. At the lips that I want on mine even now. “You don’t get to piece us back together after tearing us apart. We broke each other. It went both ways. You can’t just decide you’re going to reverse it.”
“Okay.”
“You don’t drag me around like I’m your chew doll.”
“Fine.”
“And you don’t compare me to someone who uses and hurts you. You don’t act like you care about me and you’d do anything for me but falter when I ask you to see things from my perspective. When it matters. When you condemn me before I can make things right. You infuriating bag of—you don’t get to drag me along while she hurts you and expect me to be okay. Expect me to be still and not do something to hurt her back.”
“Kaelyn.” His voice is soft. Tender. Sincere. “We’re not broken.”
My chest rises and falls. Tears push at the back of my eyelids. “What the hell are you saying?”
“I’ll fix it.” His words are matter-of-fact. Still. Piercing.
I freeze.
He parks in front of my house. Gets out. Throws my front door open.
