Page 36 of The Secrets We Keep


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“Here,” she said, holding out her hand. “Let me give you my number. I’ll check with Jake tonight and see what his availability is—he goes up to the hospital after the clinic closes sometimes,” she explained. “You two can do the same, and then we can pick a date.”

I handed her my phone with the Contacts open, nodding my head. “Sure, sounds good.”

She left shortly after that, and I followed her to the door. We said our good-byes, and as I watched her car pulling away, I turned to see Macon pacing the floor like a lion.

A really pissed-off lion.

Oh boy.

What had I gotten myself into?

CHAPTER SIX

“Adinner party?” I said, the words grating against my tongue like sandpaper. “A fucking dinner party, Marin?”

I had visions of Kristy dragging me to never-ending parties, where we’d stand around, listening to her vapid friends and their arrogant fucking husbands.

“You’re angry,” she said, her voice hesitant as she watched me from across the room. She didn’t even bother to form it as a question.

I guessed the rampant pacing back and forth might have given it away.

“I don’t remember that being part of our deal,” I argued, taming my voice. I hadn’t meant to scare her.

“I don’t remember itnotbeing part of our deal,” she countered, her arms folding across her chest as she tilted her head toward me.

I let out a long sigh, grabbing the bridge of my nose as I mentally went over the last hour in my head, trying to figure out how I’d managed to get from there to here.

I’d been outside, minding my own business, working on a long list of parts I’d need to get on the mainland when a car drove up.

That was when Molly and her giant basket of food stepped out.

Instant panic.

What did I do? Did I greet her like I was Marin’s boyfriend?

Was I a boyfriend?

It wasn’t like Marin and I had worked up any kind of backstory.

Up until that moment, I’d thought we could just lie low until the gala. I’d do her repairs, avoid her as much as possible, and then this would all be over.

But then I remembered where I lived—on an island where the biggest form of entertainment was talking about each other’s life.

I was so in over my head.

So, I just went with my gut and greeted Molly like I owned the place, and then I kind of winged the rest. I walked into the house and played the part of Marin’s new love interest a littletoowell.

God, I should have never touched her.

In doing so, my mind was swirling, and most of those thoughts were less than honorable.

I should have said no to the whole thing the second she had brought it up. I wasn’t even sure why I’d agreed to it.

That wasn’t true.

I knew exactly why I’d agreed to it, and it had nothing to do with screwing over the sheriff or making Kristy jealous. Gala or no, I couldn’t give two shits what they thought of me.

Saving face wasn’t what had made me say yes. It was her.

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