Page 28 of The Problem with Falling
She laughed. “You sound like my brother-in-law. He hates people, too.”
“Sounds like a smart man.”
She kept staring at me, and I noticed as I kept my eyes on the road.
“It’s rude to stare.”
“Sorry, can’t help it.” She continued to fiddle with her fingers. “You know what?”
“I bet you’ll tell me.”
“One day, we’re going to be friends, Theo. I just know it.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
She blew air into her cheeks like a chipmunk.
Christ, this woman would be the death of me if she had her way.
I brushed a thumb against my nose as one recurring thought shot through my head. “Peter’s an asshole,” I blurted out.
She tilted her head toward me. “I thought you were the asshole.”
“I am,” I replied. “But I’m a different kind of asshole. He’s…” I took a deep breath, thinking about my cousin and the jerk he’d been.He’s a real asshole type of asshole, not just an asshole like me.“Just be careful around him, all right?”
“Oh…” Her voice dipped low, and a sweet grin found her. “It sounds like you care about my well-being.”
“I don’t.”
“Right, right.” She nodded dramatically. “Because you’re an asshole.”
“Correct. A total dick.”
She smiled and turned to look out the window. “Theo?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m really freaking high.”
I smirked when she wasn’t looking.
Fucking fairy.
When we got home, Willow trailed me into the house. I grabbed a few beer cans from the fridge and tossed on a sweatshirt.
“Do you want to eat dinner together?” she asked, following me around like a damn puppy who wanted love.
“Nah,” I replied, opening the back door. “Going fishing.”
“I have some free time before the party tonight,” she expressed.
“Okay?” I didn’t know why she told me that because I didn’t care.
She stepped closer to me. “Can I go fishing with you?”
“No.” I shook my head, and I felt her frown without even looking at her. I glanced over my shoulder and grimaced. “Willow?”
“Yes?”
