Page 49 of Love You
That’s not what he meant but he went to the freezer and found a fresh pack, since the one he had was melting. Hilde certainly came prepared. “How come you don’t want to talk to Lewis?”
She let out another breath. “Because he wants me to do work for him and I don’t want to.”
“So just say no.”
“It’s not that easy.”
Yes, it was. He did it all the time, especially to TJ, who’d work him like a dog if Win allowed it. “Does it have to do with your divorce settlement?” Maybe she owned a share of the company.
“No, but I left him in the lurch when . . .” She sighed. “Sometimes I have trouble speaking up for myself.”
He laughed. “Could’ve fooled me by the way you were biting my head off over the weekend. Just because you dumped him doesn’t mean you owe him free labor.”
“There you go again, assuming that I dumped him.”
“You did, didn’t you?” He was as certain of it as he was that tomorrow was Tuesday.
She sat at the breakfast bar again. “I was the one to physically leave but he dumped me first.” When he looked confused she shook her head. “The Win Garners of the world would never understand.”
“Then enlighten me.” He moved the ice pack to his ear so he could see her better. “And don’t pigeonhole me, it pisses me off.”
“Okay then, tell me the last time you were dumped.”
He thought about it for a few seconds and she let out a snort.
“See, it’s never happened to you.”
“Bullshit. I’ve been dumped. Of course I have.”
“When and by whom?” She made the give me gesture with her hand.
“Deb. Last winter.”
“That doesn’t count. Deb wasn’t even your girlfriend when she and TJ started dating. In fact, you were engaged to Britney.”
“There you go, Britney dumped me.”
Darcy shook her head. “No, Britney tricked you. You didn’t even want to marry her in the first place.”
Damn right he didn’t. “Well, there have been other women. I just can’t think of them right now.” He pointed at his face. “Not after what I’ve been through.”
She laughed, the sound so sexy that it aroused him.
“I should get going,” he said, hoping she would ask him to stay. But no invitation was forthcoming.
Chapter Twelve
Darcy didn’t see Win on Tuesday, though she thought about him often and even considered stopping by his place on her way home to see how his face was faring. Even puffy and black-and-blue, the man was gorgeous.
The fight at Old Glory was all anyone was talking about. When she went to Tart Me Up to pick up a sandwich for lunch and thank Rachel for providing the fantastic picnic spread for the FlashTag extravaganza, at least four people in line were gossiping about the dustup. One of them was Foster, owner of Sweet Stems flower shop and Deb’s and Hannah’s BFF.
“What’s the mood like at GA?” he asked, making Saturday’s shenanigans seem more dramatic than the way Win had described it.
“Quiet,” she said, not wanting to get sucked in. Despite the fact that she and Win had forged a sort of friendship—the truth was she didn’t know what to call what they had—it probably wasn’t a good idea to engage in spreading information about one of her employers. Although Win wasn’t technically her boss, he did own an equal share of GA.
“Is it true that Win sent Dale to the hospital? Deb’s not picking up her phone.”
From what Darcy had seen last night Win was the one who should’ve gone to the hospital. “Not from what I heard.”
