Page 47 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

Right then I realized that my eyes had unknowingly flitted toward Henry, who was still thankfully sitting at least five feet away from my replacement, and I fought the blush coming on.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

With an awfully compassionate smile, Kevin added, “You don’t have to be ashamed of it, you know? It happens to the best of us.” He shrugged. “He’s the Heartbreaker after all.”

“I’m not pining after him, if that’s what you’re wondering,” I said defensively.

Why hadn’t I told him he was wrong?

Because he definitely thought that Henry and I had done…something.

And worst of all, he’d basically admitted thathehad done it, too.

Or, well, it was just him who had done it.

Jealousy and hurt boiled inside of me.

Kevin was polite enough to ignore my pitiful defense. He put a hand on my shoulder. “Pining or no pining, it’s for the best. The Heartbreaker isn’t boyfriend material, anyway, no one wouldactuallywant to date long term someone like him. Consider him a trophy.”

A trophy?

Who the fuck did he think he was to speak that way about Henry?

My nostrils flared with repressed indignation, but I wouldn’t cause a scene. “We’ll agree to disagree.”

He raised one eyebrow but nodded. “And in any case, one good thing he did was bring us together, so what do you say if we…you know. Make the most of it?”

Ha.

Not in a million years.

I smiled sardonically at him, thinking about how best to answer it with enough bite to get him off my back for good while being polite enough not to make a scene, since this hadn’t been his fault.

But it wasn’t quick enough.

A single finger lifted my chin. “I knew we had good chemistry the other night.”

Right, from the two lines that we exchanged?

“I think you’re getting the wrong idea,” I finally said.

“Am I?” That arrogant eyebrow was taunting me, clearly thinking I was teasing. The guy was really not getting the hint, and now my patience and good intentions were gone, a biting remark already on the tip of my tongue—

But my thunder was stolen.

A second later, Kevin’s finger disappeared as he was pushed harshly against the wall.

“What thefuckdo you think you’re doing, Kevin?”

It was Henry.

And the venom in his voice matched the barely contained fury in his eyes.

Kevin’s eyes were wide, hands raised. “Nothing, I was just—”

“That didn’tlooklike nothing.”

“Henry—” I started, reaching out to grab onto the forearm he wasn’t using to hold up Kevin, but the latter interrupted me.

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