Page 23 of Unmasking Love
“Me?” He’s worried about me, not wondering what I did to drive my boyfriend to his assistant? That’s admirable. Cute even. “Oh, I’m fine. I’m upset I didn’t get to show you the solar panels, rainwater basin, and built-in compost bin. The house was remodeled in an eco-conscious way that I was so excited to show you.”
“That’s what you’re concerned about?” He asks.
“Well, yeah, I mean, seeing Crispin getting his dick sucked by his admin wasn’t on my bingo card for today but we’re almost at the four month mark so if it wasn’t this, it’d be something else.”
“Four month mark?”
“None of my relationships last more than four months. It’s a curse.”
“Huh.” Aiden says and I look over at him while I wait for him to start the car.
“What?”
“Well, I just can’t imagine a guy ever choosing to leave you.”
Chapter8
Aiden
I'm in this now
Harper'sbigeyesblinkback at me and I know I’ve gone too far. But it’s the only thing I could think of. That, and how her insults were just as fucking charming as she is. If I were her I definitely wouldn’t have wished a crumb filled car on him.
Well, I would have, but I also would have punched him in his stupid face.
And called him fucking scum.
A dick rash.
A dingleberry.
Maybe I’m no more ruthless than Harper.
By the time I figured out what was going on all I could think about was removing her from the situation. I was surprised by her reaction and kept waiting for her to explode. I still am, if I’m being honest. But that moment at the door when I gave her another annoying hex to cast on them?
Terrifyingly magical.
Her eyes had locked on mine and I felt my heart trip over its own feet. My breath caught. But instead of the cold, bitter grip of panic, I felt warmth spread through my veins. It almost tickled and I suppressed the urge to shiver.
Even now, in the car with her, I’m all too aware of her presence. I’m as attuned to her movements as I am to the puck on the ice.
I press the ignition and as I pull out of the driveway her phone connects to the bluetooth. The screen says Wes, who I think is her friend. The guy who helped give us the tour last week.
“Hey Wes, you’re on speaker,” she answers.
“With the hot hockey player?” Wes asks.
I grin and turn to face her a bit at the stop sign. I’m in no position to be proud of the fact that she and Wes refer to me as the hot hockey player but I puff my chest a bit. She pulls her plush pink lip under her top teeth and I watch her face bloom in a blush.
“So, that’s a yes. Hi Aiden.” Wes coos when she doesn’t answer.
“Hello,” I reply.
“That’s Wes, my friend, and he’s got a sixth sense apparently.”
“I knew I needed to call you, you break up?” He asks like this happens all the time.
“That’s uncanny,” I mutter as I make a turn. I’m not sure where we’re going, I’m just trying my best to retrace the route we took here.
