Page 94 of That One Night
She nodded, pressing her lips together because she was afraid she was going to cry.
And then she got into Trenton’s car, and he silently started the engine.
Trenton didn’t say a word as he pulled his sleek car out of her mom’s driveway, taking the lane to the main road.
“Where are we going?” Emery asked him.
“Somewhere we can talk and you can tell me what the hell is happening here.”
It turned out that somewhere meant the town square. Not exactly private, but maybe that was a good thing.
He climbed out of the car, not bothering to pull her door open for her, and strode over to the bandstand.
This was good, she told herself. At least he wasn’t making a scene in front of her mom. Plus they were in public. He couldn’t get away with burying her body here.
Her mouth twitched at that thought.
“So how long has this been going on?” Trenton asked.
She didn’t owe him an explanation, but she wasn’t afraid for him to know either. It felt good, just getting it out there. “A few weeks. We were already split up.”
“And you expect me to believe that?” She could hear the hurt in his voice. And that was so much worse than the anger.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s the truth.” She looked him in the eye. “You were the one who downloaded a dating app while we were still together,” she reminded him. “Not me.”
“Because I was lonely. But I didn’t do anything.”
Yeah, well she still had her suspicions about that. But it didn’t matter anymore. None of this did. It was old history. She just wanted to move forward.
“I’m sorry you had to find out that I’ve moved on like that. I’d have liked to tell you about it face to face.” And no, she didn’t owe him that. But that would have been for her. She was still a good girl at heart.
“But you’re not sorry for fucking him.”
She grimaced at him. “Can you stop saying it like that, otherwise I’m leaving.”
“What do you want me to call it? Making love?” Trenton’s nose wrinkled up. “Because assholes like him don’t make love, Emery. They just take what’s not theirs.” He shook his head. “What do you even see in him, anyway?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Is it his parent’s money?”
She shook her head. “He doesn’t want their money.” And she’d never been interested in that. Did Trenton really not know her at all?
“Of course he does. His parents are loaded.”
“And they’re not leaving him any of it,” she replied, infuriated by his insinuation. “His mom is setting up a charity with their money. Hendrix won’t see a penny of it.”
“He’s gonna end up hurting you. You know that, right? You know what kind of man he is.”
No, she wasn’t going to take this. Not fromhim. She lifted her chin, refusing to let him make her feel bad. “Yes I do. A good one.”
Trenton scowled. “What is this? Are you trying to make me jealous? Make me look bad? How do you think my parents will feel, knowing that you’re knocking boots with the guy who smoked weed in school?”
“He didn’t. He told me everything.” She squared her shoulders. Because she was sick of this. “About what you did to him at school. The way you made him take the blame.”
Trenton didn’t wince. He knew exactly what she was talking about. “That was a long time ago, Emery.”
She looked him straight in the eye, her jaw tight. “What are you doing here anyway? Why did you come?” It wasn’t because he suspected she was seeing somebody else, that’s for sure. She’d never seen him so blindsided.
