Page 124 of Positively Pricked
His smile vanished. "I wasn't talking aboutthat."
"Oh yeah?" I crossed my arms. "Then what were you talking about?"
"I just mean, I owe you an apology."
I vaguely recalled him apologizing on the plane – only to insult me all over again. I didn't want another apology. I just wanted to be on my way. Stiffly, I told him, "Don't worry about it."
"Easy foryouto say. I've been beating myself up for days." He gave a rueful laugh. "Believe it or not, I'm usually a pretty nice guy."
This, I could actually believe. But it didn't change a thing. In truth, he was probablytoonice, considering his poor judge of character. He had, after all, believed Paisley over me – and picked a girlfriend who cheated on him –damn it– with Zane.
I wanted to scream. Lately, everything led to Zane. Every topic. Every thought. Cripes. I was even standing inhisbuilding.
Suddenly, I had a nearly uncontrollable urge to bolt for the exit and leave Teddy standing there to think whatever he wanted.
But I didn't. And why?
Because when Teddy mentioned that he had a few other things to tell me – mostly about Zane – I'd been unable to resist.
So there I was, fifteen minutes later, at a different restaurant with a different guy. And what he told me over the next hour made me feel more confused than ever.
