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“And just what is she to you, Arden?”
He flicks a glance to me as he responds, “Nothing now.”
Ugh, I could just smack him.
Slowly, I grind out, “But she clearly was someone to you at some point in time.”
Still staring straight ahead, he says, “She was just a person I was messing around with, that’s all.”
“So,” I snap, “she was like a fling?”
He finally looks over at me, our eyes meeting, as he confirms, “Yes.”
“When did thisfling”—I roll my eyes—“happen?”
He blows out a breath. “It was last season, like in the January-February timeframe. It didn’t last long.”
“All right.” I nod thoughtfully. “But why, if she was just a short fling, is she inside your fucking house? ’Cause—” I make a show of glancing all around, this way and that. “—she’s clearly not in that car or out here anywhere.”
Now he’s turning red and glancing away again, though this time he’s looking down at the steering wheel.
“Um, I gave her a key once,” he admits sheepishly. “And she did give it back. But I guess she must’ve made a copy.”
Ugh!
“You think so, huh?” I reply snarkily. “And what about the alarm?”
Softly, he says, “She knew the code. I stupidly never changed it.”
Idiot.
I don’t say that, but I do ask, “And why did you give this short flinga key to your house in the first place?”
I’m making him so uneasy.
Good.
Running his hand down his face, he says, “I wanted her to meet me here after a home game one night.”
Oh, this is too easy.
I ask in a snippy tone, “And just why did you want her to meet you at your house after a game?”
I know the answer, and he knows I know the answer, but I want to hear him say it. If I don’t keep my anger up and keep interrogating him like this, I’ll break down and fucking cry.
And I’m not doing that in front of him.
No way.
So, when he doesn’t say anything, I ask again. “Why, Arden? Why did you want her to meet you after a game?”
Under his breath, eyes on that steering wheel like his life depends on it, which it may, he murmurs, “To mess around.”
“So you wanted to fuck her in the bed where you now fuck me?”
“Willow, stop,” he breathes out as he finally glances over. “I didn’t know you back then. Everything was different.”
Holding his gaze, I say softly, “But you know me now, Arden. And you told me she was just a ‘random fan.’ Your words, buddy, not mine.”
