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I tilt the bag of chips back and pour the crumbs into my mouth.
“Is that what I am to the two of you—another competition?”
“Is that what it feels like to you?” I ask.
“It felt like that last night,” she admits solemnly. She cocks her head and narrows her eyes. “Why do you always answer a question with a question?”
I chuckle, finding humor in the fact that she always calls me out on my shit. “I didn’t realize I did.” I pause for a moment, tossing my trash into a pocket of my backpack until we can find a secure trash can. “To answer your question, no … my attraction to you has nothing to do with Wyatt. But I can’t say the same for him.”
For years now, Wyatt has wanted whatever it is that I had. So, it doesn’t surprise me that he noticed my interest in Willow and that he wants her too. But I’m not willing to share. Not this time.
We finish eating and walk around the lake another mile or two. Willow snaps pictures from different vantage points. There really isn’t a bad spot from anywhere on this mountain.
“What about you?” I ask.
“What about me?” She glances over before staring at the water again.
The clouds are starting to move in, obscuring the sun from time to time and changing the view each minute.
“What’s your life like back in the city?”
She pauses for a few moments and then starts giving me her history like we’re in a job interview. She tells me where she went to college and then PA school. She moves on to her first job out of school and how she was overworked and underpaid. Then, she transitions into her current job.
“I’ve worked for Dr. Cooper at Orthopedic Specialists for six years now. We split our time between the OR and clinic. We take call.”
“That’s a great résumé, but what do you do for fun? How do you spend the rest of your time?”
“Thatishow I spend my time. I work all the time.”
“Well, that sounds like the most tragic thing I’ve ever heard.”
Her face scrunches up with irritation. “I love my job. I love what I do.”
“So, love it,” I say matter-of-factly. “But you need to have balance too, right? What about men?”
“I’ve dated some,” she says defensively. Then, she swivels her head until her eyes are boring into mine, and I’m sure she’s about to throw down the gauntlet. “Why don’t we talk about your past relationships? Girlfriends. Conquests. Jessica …”
I shrug indifferently when, really, this is the last thing I want to talk about with her. But I backed myself into this corner. “What do you want to know? I’m an open book.”
She snorts. “You’re about the furthest thing from an open book.”
“Try me.” I widen my stance, resting one foot on a boulder jutting from the ground.
“Okay,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. It presses her tits together, elevating her cleavage. I try unsuccessfully not to notice. “What is Jessica to you?”
“Jessica is a girl I went to high school with. We dated years ago. She’s always wanted more. I never did.”
“Translation …” Willow says in that haughty tone of hers that drives me crazy. “What you’re really saying is, you hook up with her whenever you feel like it and blow her off when you don’t.”
“No. I’m saying that I’ve never lied to her. I’ve always been up front about what I did and didn’t want. If she chooses not to hear that, it’s on her. Not me.”
“How long was your longest relationship?” she challenges.
“Six months,” I answer.
She snorts again.
“What?” I ask. “How long was your longest?”
