Page 139 of My Rules

“Now!” she yells.

Blake gasps. “I didn’t do anything.”

“I’ve been watching you two the entire time,” the manager says. “Both of you, get out.”

“Sorry,” Kayla whispers.

Blake collects his things, and he and Kayla storm out as I stare after them.

“Are you going to help me up?” Gregory calls from the floor.

I look down to the giant dork in the long socks being all dramatic on the ground.

Ugh ... Do I have to?

Fury—has there ever been a more toxic emotion?

I sit on my front steps with my coffee and watch as the sun comes up over the houses. But today, the sun isn’t golden. It doesn’t have a warm glow, and I most definitely am not basking in it.

Today, the sky is red.

Blake purposely upset me last night. It wasn’t an accident; it was a planned attack.

He was all over Kayla, which is whatever; he can do whatever he wants to do. But to blatantly be mean to Gregory and bait him into fighting?

What the hell?

This isn’t even the first time that he’s crossed the boundary. What about when he punched out John just for daring to knock on my door? I don’t know what’s going on with him lately, but it’s not good enough.

I’m so off him.

I wouldn’t put up with this from one of my other friends, so why am I putting up with it from Blake?

I hear his door, and I glance up to see him walk out the front of his house. He’s wearing his gray suit and tie and looks all handsome and professional for work. He’s holding his coffee cup in his hand and seems totally unaffected by the theatrics of last night.

Something comes over me, and before I can stop myself, I’m striding over to his house.

He glances up and gives me a slow, sexy smile, and I just want to slap it from his smart-aleck face.

“How dare you?” I growl.

He puts his weight onto his back foot, as if shocked by my venom. “Good morning, Rebecca,” he says casually as he puts his briefcase into the back seat.

“Do not good morning me,” I growl.

It’s then that I notice there is a small suitcase in his back seat.

“Where are you going?” I snap.

“A business conference, not that it’s any of your business.” He puts his hands on his hips. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Don’t dare act as if you don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Nope, can’t say that I do.”

Steam shoots from my ears. “Then let me spell it out for you, dumbo. You are a rude pig who has absolutely no boundaries.”

“No boundaries?”

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