Page 138 of Crazy for this Girl

“Almost.” My eyes narrow because I know that but hearing her say it hits different. “I had a boyfriend who said he bought me a ring and was just waiting for the right moment.” She clears her throat. “It didn’t come about, but—”

“Why’s that?”

You’re a fucking asshole.

Laynee shoves another huge piece of lobster in her mouth before replying, “He went to jail.”

“So you do date criminals?”

“Do you see me with him now?” She lifts her brows and hits me with a you’re a dumbass look.

“Was he that bad?”

“With what?”

“I mean…” I allow the rest of my sentence to trail off into the sunset because it’s going to reel Laynee in any way.

Asshole of the year award, hand it over. I won it fair and square.

“Spit it out, Harper,” she carps out.

“Not fucking you good enough would definitely be a crime, but did he suck as a criminal? He obviously got caught.”

“He did.” She swallows, her cheeks pinkening at having to explain. “He made some mistakes.” I open my mouth to tell her she’s not the only person who’s had to deal with shit like that, when she flips the script and asks, “What did you date, supermodels?”

“No. Golddiggers.” She stops chewing, and I want to tell her that Leslie and I were engaged, but then it would appear like I stopped caring about Laynee and completely moved on with my life.

I would’ve ruined us, again, if Leslie hadn’t died.

“That sounds… awful.”

“Not really. Not anymore. I got what I wanted back.”

Laynee holds my gaze. “And what was that?”

“I haven’t made it obvious yet?” She stares at me before it starts to click in her head that it’s her.

Laynee isn’t stupid, and she sure as hell remembers what I said. She wouldn’t hate me so much right now if she had.

And I’m done playing around.

A knock on my door breaks through our conversation, and I immediately become irritated. I become more agitated when I open it and find my younger cousin behind it.

Then I turn bloodthirsty when he has the balls to ask me if Laynee is here.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” I sneer, keeping my hand on the edge of the door so I can slam it in his fucking face.

Tanner—this motherfucker—only smirks at me. Obviously forgets that I was trained to kill people with less than anything in this room. “I don’t like to sleep alone.”

Fuck the door.

I’m going to make him and it a part of his face.

“Tanner.” Laynee’s sweet and breathy voice comes up from behind me, and I’m seconds from flipping my entire shit right now. “What are you doing here?”

My cousin ignores me and latches back onto her red dress that he’s not gotten enough of. “I wanted to know if you were free to grab a drink. I didn’t want Cal to work you to death while you were on vacation.”

“We’re on a business trip,” I leer through my teeth, tightening my grip on the door.“And didn’t you just go out?”

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