Page 82 of Hooking Up
She shakes her head. "I tried that. You fed me a line."
I don't have a comeback.
"It's fine, Walker. This is supposed to be easy. Casual. Whatever it is that's going on with your friend or your sister is none of my business."
"But you want to know?"
"It doesn't matter." She looks at her blue and grey sneakers. "It's none of my business."
"You can want to know."
"Okay. I do. There's a story there. And I don't like you pretending there isn't."
"And that shit about your breakup?"
Her blue eyes bore into mine. "That isn't shit. I left Ross last December. Or maybe it was mutual. It's hard to say."
"How?"
"I made a choice. He couldn't live with it."
"What choice?"
"To change my life."
"That's bullshit."
"No, it's true."
I move toward her. "Yeah, it's true. I believe that." I stare back into those blue eyes as I place myself between her legs. "But it's half the story. And your breakup isn't why you're doing all this self-help bullshit."
"Don't call it bullshit."
"You did first."
"Even so." She presses her knees against my hips. "We should head out."
"If that's what you want." I slide one hand around her waist. "Is it?"
She swallows hard. "I don't know."
"I don't believe that either."
"I don't like being questioned."
"I don't like being lied to."
"It's not a lie!"
"Misled. I don't believe you're doing this shit because you left Ross. The way you say his name—he doesn't mean anything to you."
She tugs at my t-shirt. "What the hell do you know about relationships?"
"Enough."
"How?"
"I've seen them."
