Page 34 of Positively Pricked
I didn't get it. "What do you mean?"
A note of sarcasm crept into his voice. "Areyoustaying too?"
I gave him my snottiest smile. "That depends. Areyouleaving?"
"No."
I lifted my chin. "Then I’m not staying." Of course, it was a stupid thing to say. I mean, it's not like I'd been invited or anything. But that wasn't the point. He needed to know that I hatedhim, just as much as he hatedme.
In fact, I hated him more, becausehehated everyone, while all ofmyhatred was reserved just for him.
Wasn'thespecial?
He looked past me, toward the dogs, who, if anything, sounded happier than ever. "Good to know," Zane said. "Are we done?"
Were we?This hadn't gone anything like I'd expected. On the drive over, I'd spent a lot of time fantasizing about this particular moment. By now, I was supposed to be basking in the warm afterglow of telling him off.
I searched my heart and mind.No afterglow.
Talk about disappointing.
But I wasn't ready to give up. Not yet.
I kept my feet rooted to his doorstep and tried to think.
What now?
In my fantasies, this encounter had always ended in one of two ways – either with him begging for my forgivenessorgetting so angry that he made an ass of himself.
But there he was, not on his knees and somehow managing to look sinfully delicious when anyone else in his shoes – or ratherlackof shoes – would look like a drowned rat.
More annoyed than ever, I demanded, "And why are you wet?"
"Does it matter?"
Oh, great. This again?I made a sound of frustration. "Fine. Don't tell me."
"All right."
Perversely, now Ireallywanted to know. "It just seems to me," I persisted, "that after you made me so miserable, the least you could do is answer a simple question."
He gave me a quick once-over. "You don't look miserable to me."
"Well, I am."
"And why's that?"
Oh, for crying out loud."Weren't you listening? You got me fired."
"And youlikedthat job?"
Not particularly.But Iwasfond of eating and paying the rent. "That's not the point."
"That's no answer."
I made a scoffing sound. "So? You won't givemeany answers." As I spoke, I tried not to notice that the water droplets were easing down his abs in a way that was stupidly distracting.
And why wasn't he freezing? Heshouldbe freezing. Unless…?
