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I shake my head and hurry back to the table. I again force my signature smile and grab the plate still half full with salad. “You listened!”
“Of course I did. You think I want to be on the bad side of Dana Solace? Think again?”
“Oh, I’m notthatbad,” I say, stabbing a piece of coconut with my fork. “Am I?”
Amy pops out from around Hunter’s shoulder. “You don’t get mad often, but when you do…”
I look at Drew. My smile slowly turns down, down, down…
“Let’s just say I pray for whoever is on the other side of your fury.”
Damn fucking right.
* * *
“Areyou out of your fucking mind?” I yell at Drew the second the door to our bungalow is closed.
Drew doesn’t respond, scratching at his chest like he has hives. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” He goes off to the folding glass doors to let some air into the room.
“Don’t fucking walk away from me.”
“I’m not, I just need a second to…catch my breath,” he says. He leans against the door and looks at the dark expanse of the sea. His deep breaths are audible. Deep breaths I taught him how to take in counseling.
I don’t move a muscle as I wait for him to turn back around and be ready. I sat through all of dinner making small talk, indulging in toasts,celebrating. All the while my insides were burning.
Some might think a fake relationship might be a great foray into a real one.
To that, I say, fuck off.
If Drew wanted to be in a relationship with me, he should have asked. He’s had one million opportunities over the past two years. In fact, I thought the reason he stopped using me as a counselor was because he saw me as more than that.
Nope. Two years of friendship.
Granted, I’ve told him on several occasions, I’m not really in a place to date. I’ve got too much on my mind between work, my family, and…
He was supposed to see between the lines. I don’t have room to date. Unless it was him.
Fuckingidiot.
Amy’s right. I don’t get mad a lot. But when I do, it’s like everything that’s bothered me for the past several months all compounds together to create a spew of lava from between my lips.
Sorry, Drew. You’re going to get an earful tonight.
Drew finally turns around. “Could you turn on a light?”
“No.”
He clenches his teeth nervously. “You’re kind of scary in the dark.”
“Drew. Explain.”
“Okay, okay, fine.” He brushes his hand back through his hair. Fuck that pretty, always appropriately messy hair. I’d love to run my fingers through it. In fact, that’s what I thought we’d be doing after the rehearsal dinner tonight. We’d say our goodnights and goodbyes, the tension would build the whole walk back to the room, andboom, we’d be devouring each other once again.
I guess the tension did build the whole walk back to the room. Just not the way I wanted.
“Willow was coming onto me. Hard.”
My anger flares again. This time, not at him. At myself. For how jealous I feel at the sound of Willow (or any woman) coming onto Drew.
