Page 57 of Tell Me Something True

Please.

Christ knew it would do her some good, not getting what she wanted all the time.

With a nod, the kid tugged free of Verity’s hold then went inside.

Eyes narrowed to slits, she glared at Reed with enough heat to fry his balls. “You should have brought water for Titus, especially since you knew he’d be stuck in your truck for at least an hour. It’s irresponsible and sel—”

“Selfish. Got that in your in first lecture.”

“Well, it is. And I don’t lecture. My brothers lecture. I share my thoughts.”

“No shit. But not everyone cares to know what you think or how you feel about every goddamn thing.”

“Maybe not, but at least people don’t have to guess what I’m thinking or feeling or where I stand on certain issues. There’s no confusion or assumptions. It’s quite altruistic of me, really. Me putting my truth out there, sharing it with others so they, in turn, can feel free to share theirs with me.”

She smirked, looking so pleased with herself, so expectant, like at any moment someone was going to pin a shiny gold star to her chest.

He didn’t know the exact definition of altruistic, but he could guess.

The princess had a high opinion of herself.

“It’s not about being truthful. You want to prove how special you are. How smart. How much better than everyone else.”

Her arms fell to her sides. “Excuse me?”

He gestured at Tabitha. “You don’t like her? She gets it. We all get it.”

“You don’t know what she did. I have reason not to like her.”

“She fucked your brother. I doubt she’s the first chick to make that mistake. Get over it.”

She twitched, her leg lifting an inch, like she was about to stomp her foot but then caught herself just in time. “That’s not the issue. It’s what she did afterwards and the fact that she never apologized for it.”

“She insult you?”

“She insulted Miles.”

“The person she owes the apology to is him, then. Not you. Like I said. Get over it.”

“He’s my brother and I will not stand idly by while his reputation and good name is maligned.”

“He’s a grown ass man. He doesn’t need you fighting his battles for him. And you being pissed at Tabitha doesn’t give you the right to stop her from moving into an apartment she’s rented.”

“I’m not stopping her. I’m just waiting for confirmation that she’s who she says she is. At the most, I’m delaying her.”

“She told you the rental truck’s due back in a few hours.”

“So she might have to pay for another hour or two. Big deal.”

“How old’s your car?”

She frowned. “What?”

“Your car? How old is it?” he asked, although he already knew the answer. “Two years? Three?”

“One year.”

“You make payments on it?”

---