Page 95 of My Rules

“No,” I reply softly.

We round the corner onto Kingston Lane, and he pulls the car up to the front of my house. “Thanks.” I smile over at him. “I had a fun night.”

He nods. “Night.”

I stare over at him. No kiss on the cheek, no hug. Not even a smile.

I get out of the car and slam the door shut, and without even a wave, he drives to his house. I watch as his garage door slowly goes up.

What is his problem?

He drives into his garage, and the door shuts. I roll my eyes and storm into my house. He had to go ruin a good night, didn’t he?

Ugh . . . men.

Second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour. I stare at the ceiling as the words roll around in my head.

I would have asked for your number.

Why did he say that?

Was he playing around, or was he serious?

I would have been sure he was playing, but then he went quiet afterward, as if he was annoyed ... hurt, even.

But it’s Blake, and he doesn’t feel like that about me.

Does he?

No. I’m sure he doesn’t.

I go over our dessert date tonight and how much fun we had together, and sadness falls over me.

Please don’t ruin this.

Blake

I hear my front door open and close. “Hey,” Henley calls.

“In the kitchen.” I flick the dish towel over my shoulder as I flip my eggs. “Want some breakfast?”

“No thanks, we’re getting going soon.” He slouches onto the stool at the counter.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’ll have one too.” I dish my breakfast onto my plate. “Thanks.”

The front door opens, and Antony walks in. “Hey.”

“Hi,” I grumble.

Henley drags himself off the stool and begins to make our coffee. “How was last night?”

“Okay.” I give a subtle shrug. “I guess.”

He glances over at me as he makes the coffee. “Not fun?”

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