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They were alphaholes who expected to be worshipped, or “nice guys,” the self-deprecating version of the alphahole who pretended not to feel entitled to grope you, until he did it anyway. Then there were the helpless types, the baby birds from the P.D. Eastman bookAre You My Mother?
I could write ballads about all the terrible subsets of men I’d encountered, but none of those descriptions fit the anomaly standing before me, staring at his reflection in my car window.
Tristan wasn’t opening the door to climb into the passenger seat. He was just standing there, staring at himself, like he hadn’t seen his reflection in the mirror before.
Ohmygosh, had he not seen his reflection since the accident?
He reached a hand slowly up toward his face.
I wanted to wrap my arms around and give him a big hug. He looked like he really needed a hug. But I had no idea how he’d feel about it, and I still hadn’t entirely ruled out him being dangerous.
“Are you all right?” I asked, keeping my hands to myself.
He dropped his hand, clenched his jaw, and opened the car door. “Fine.”
Just like that, the tough guy was back. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I hurried around and climbed into the driver’s seat.
He glanced over at me as I buckled myself in, his expression cool.
I pulled out my phone. “Before we can go anywhere, I have to check in with my bestie.”
“You keep constant tabs on each other?”
“When strange men are involved, yes,” I said.
With my attention set on the screen, I could hear the smile in his voice when he responded, “And you’ve decided that I am strange.”
“Absolutely,” I said.
Then I shot Layana a text.
Leaving the hospital with vest guy
???
His name is Tristan
Shouldn’t he be staying at the hospital with his head injury? Don’t tell me you’re planning to bring him home. He could be a serial killer. Plus it’s against the house rules and you’re having enough trouble trying to keep your weasel a secret. Where do you expect to hide an entire man?
I didn’t say I was bringing him home
We both know that’s going to be your plan
Serial. Killer.
We’re going somewhere public. For safety
Alone in your car
She had a point.I considered and dismissed it.
He hasn’t tried to murder me yet
But he didpin me to a wall and hold me there. It had actually been kinda hot. Really hot. But I would never admit any of that.
I could feel his attention now as he watched me with interest.
Take him to the pancake house across the street. Short drive, open all night. Text me when you get there so I know you’re not murdered
