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But even as I send the message, I stare at the two of them. They are laughing, Ford is holding her a little too close, and dammit, she has no idea what a player he is. Before I can stop myself, I’m stomping out of the library and down the hall. It only takes me five seconds to find them and start marching toward them. I ignore Mayor Albert, who tries to talk to me, and also Mrs. Petersen.
I don’t stop until I reach the dance floor. The song ends, and Ford and Avery are only a few feet from me.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing her by the wrist.
“Hey, Jon. How are you doing?”
“Fuck off, Ford.”
Then I tug Avery through the crowd. I hear Ford laughing and murmurs from everyone in the crowd. I ignore all of them as I tug Avery to the foyer. Liv is there with Mason.
“Hey, Avery, Jon,” Liv says before she frowns. “What’s going on?”
“Avery and I are leaving. She’s worried about Meredith.”
Liv looks at her sister. Avery, for her part, slides me a look and then smiles at her sister. “Yeah, and I’m getting a headache.”
Liv’s gaze ping-pongs back and forth between us. “Avery, are you sure?”
Avery rolls her eyes. “Yes. I’ve been here forever, and I had some of that wine that gives me migraines.”
“Avery.”
“I know, but I love the taste, and I thought maybe this once it wouldn’t matter.”
Her sister sighs. “Okay.”
Finally, I can drag her out of my grandmother’s house and down the stairs. Other people have to park with the valet, but my car is parked in one of the two spaces in front of the house. Before I know it, we’re on our way home, and I realize that I have about fifteen minutes to figure out just what the fuck that was about.
“I just don’t understandwhat is happening.”
It takes ten minutes for Avery to finally say something. The woman who never seems to shut up can play the quiet game well.
“I…you just shouldn’t fall for Ford.”
There’s silence from the other side of the car. I’m not used to this when I’m around Avery. She’s a woman who never seems to shut up. And I thought I would be thankful for her to be quiet.
Spoiler alert: I’m not.
I think it’s because I’m sure she’s plotting something.
“Ford isn’t my type.”
It takes a second or two for the words to register.
“Sure seemed like it.”
What the hell am I doing? I’m not interested in Avery. Or I shouldn’t be. Now that I’ve held her close, I’m feeling…territorial. But, more and more, I can’t stop these insane thoughts from taking over my entire mind.
“Dancing is a long way from being interested. Besides, he had lots of stories about Everly and Becca.”
“Hmm.”
It’s all I can say because there is a thread of relief coursing through me. Why? Because Avery isn’t interested in a good-looking man? This is the fucking worst. I have no idea what is going on with me.
I park in front of the house. Avery doesn’t wait for me to come around the car. She slips out of the car and walks up the sidewalk to the porch. I stride after her and make it to the porch simultaneously. She gives me a look of annoyance, but I ignore it.
Meredith is sitting on the last stair, waiting for us. She has a look of kitty disappointment. Is she mad because we came home or that we were out?
