Page 82 of Loathe at First Sight

“She told you that?” I ask, feeling myself getting even angrier.

“No, I told her that.” She answers, confused. “I’m the one who saw a picture of you when I was in Miami. I just told Liz about it last night.”

“So, she didn’t know before then?”

“No. I can say with certainty that the look on her face was one of complete shock.”

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, knowing I royally fucked up.

“Let me guess. You both jumped to some conclusions?”

“Something like that.”

She adjusts her shopping bags from one hand to the other. “Jack, did Liz tell you about what happened to her in LA?”

I nod.

“She doesn’t tell anybody that. The fact that she opened up to you after what the last guy she trusted did to her means a whole hell of a lot. She gave you the benefit of the doubt. Did you do the same for her?”

Fuck.

twenty-eight

Don't Flatter Yourself, Paul Bunyan

Liz

My eyes watch the ceiling fan go round and round as I listen to whatever background noise plays on the TV. I have no idea what set Jack off like it did, but—

Scratch that.

I do know what set him off.

When I came back to town, I had the exact same reaction when anyone asked me about what happened in LA. I questioned him the same way everyone around here wanted to question me.

Just because I told him my story doesn’t mean that he was ready to tell me his.

Honestly, I was just curious, but I’m sure it sounded like I was being a bit crazy.

I get up off the bed, ready to go apologize. Although I don’t think his reaction was totally on me, I still feel bad and want to go talk to him about it.

Geez, what is this man doing to me? Is his cock really that good?

Well, yes.

But I know it’s more than that.

Something has to be said about the fact that I enjoy my time with Jack. And that I felt comfortable enough to share with him what happened in LA. He’s been my bright spot since moving back to this small town.

Maybe I kind of like the guy.

I quickly put my shoes back on and swing open the door to my room. I let out a small scream when I see Jack standing on the other side of the door. He’s got his hand raised in the air like he was getting ready to knock.

“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” I reply. “I just didn’t expect you to be standing right there. I was coming to find you.”

“Why?” He asks. “I was a dick to you.”

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