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After listening to her mother go on and on about how much of a disappointment she was, how embarrassed she’d been that her daughter had been mingling with the help all night instead of her affluent friends…well, it’d made Abbie feel raw. Made her feel vulnerable.
“Can’t find your keys?” he asked, leaning heavily on the wall beside her. She sighed as she nodded. “Need a key ring.” Her lips twitched.
“Nolady friendtonight?” she asked, mostly to tease him. His face fell, his shoulders falling with it.
“Didn’t find anyone,” he mumbled, but the words felt too heavy, his expression felt too sad to be true. She wouldn’t pry. Even though she really wanted to, she wouldn’t.
He let out a long breath and cleared his throat. He took her in again, his brows pinching together when he noticed what she was wearing.
Ugh.
She knew she should’ve changed before coming home. This dress cost more than their rent combined. For three months. He probably didn’t know, probably didn’t recognize a Chanel dress and thought it was just a regular black dress. If he knew how much it was worth, he’d probably have an aneurysm.
“Where have you been?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. “Hot date?” She snorted and shook her head.
“Not exactly.”
She would’ve sold her left ovary for a hot date instead of having to attend one of her mother’s parties.
“It was my brother’s birthday and my mom threw him a party.” There. That was a perfectly normal thing. A mom throwing her son a regular birthday party.
Not a mom throwing her son a soirée to find him a future wife.
After Chris told her about that, she and Pike made a game out of counting all the women there for Chris. And jeez, there were a lot. She didn’t know how she hadn’t realized it immediately.
“Ah.” Wes leaned his head against the wall, his eyes drooping. “Cake sounds so fucking good. You have any leftovers?” She grinned up at him.
“Me? Have cake leftovers?”
He grunted, closing his eyes completely. This wasn’t like him. Was he okay?
“Silly question,” he mumbled.
“Wes?”
He grunted again.
“Maybe you should go home, buddy.”
Another grunt.
“Are you reverting back to your caveman ways? Because I’m fluent in caveman speak.” She grunted a few times, and he cracked an eye open, his lips twitching.
Sighing, he pushed off the wall. “Let me help you find your key, then I’ll go home.” He fumbled with his phone before turning the flashlight on and shining it at her bag.
“Thanks,” she mumbled, her face heating as she looked into the chaotic mess that was her giant purse. She searched forever, but finally, at the bottom, she found her little gold key.
“Unlock it,” he demanded, still swaying on his feet.
“You can go?—“
“Unlock,” he said firmer. She rolled her eyes, but unlocked her door. “In you go. I’ll wait for you to lock it.”
“I’m not an imbecile,” she growled, and he smiled down at her.
“Didn’t say you were. Just making sure you’re safe. Go.”
She stomped into her apartment, flipping the light on as she went. Wes winked as he reached in and wrapped his hand around the doorknob and firmly shut the door.
