Page 65 of Twisted Collide

I drop her as if she’s a hot tool, and my hands are burned.

“Watch where you’re going,” she finally says as she rights herself.

“Sorry about that.”

“What’s got you so moody?”

You.“Nothing.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why don’t you speak to your father?” I challenge. One uncomfortable question for another.

“Wow. We aren’t talking about me.”

“Maybe we should be.”

“I see what you’re doing, but I’ll let you in on a little secret: I don’t give up easy. So . . . let’s try this again, what’s got you so moody?”

That’s what I’m afraid of.“If you must know.”

“I must. In my new job, I need to know everything about you.” She practically purrs the words, and I want to growl at her.

“It’s Hudson,” I blurt out.

“Sure it’s not me? Maybe you’re excited to see me.”

“I can promise you, Hellfire, it’s not you.”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you really need to call me that?”

“Do you really need to follow me around?” I deadpan.

“Yep.”

With a deep inhale, I go to turn around. “Find another job.”

She lifts her arms to her sides as she walks, one foot in front of the other like she’s walking a tightrope. “But then who will help me on the tightrope?”

“Jeez, enough of that shit.”

She shakes her head adamantly. “Now, why would I do that? Every time I do, I see it.”

“See what?”

She lifts her hand and points at my face. “The way your lip twitches.”

“I’m not following you.”

“You want to smile.” She grins back at me and continues to walk.

She keeps moving, and I can feel it happening despite not wanting it to.

She’s right.

I do, and I’m even more annoyed now; not only that she is right, but that she could read me so easily.

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” she calls over her shoulder.

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