Page 73 of Thanks for the Memories
“It’s not a competition,” I insist.
“Isn’t it?” she asks, placing her hands on her hips.
I glare at her. “I don’t think so.”
“What about Dante?”
My jaw tightens. I guess we’re going there now.
“What about him? He’s our friend.”
She shakes her head. “You can’t stand the fact that Dante has been showing me attention. You shared one little kiss after knowing the man for years—so what?”
I press my lips together. I knew she thought my date with Dante was a joke.
“I’m not sure what your issues are with me, but I’m not fighting with you over Dante.”
I manage to keep my cool because I refuse to stoop to her level.
“Yeah, I don’t think you want to go there,” she says sharply.
Seriously, it’s like she’s purposely trying to push my buttons.
“Okay, Bethany, who are you actually interested in? Dante or Paul? Or are you just using Paul for his contacts and his family’s boat?”
She started this, so I may as well put it all out there.
“Ah, the truth will set you free,” Bethany yells. “I knew you were talking about me to Lila. You’re so jealous you can’t stand it.”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t say anything to her. You made your intentions clear when you didn’t wake me up this morning and with the constant flirting. We both know you wanted Dante all to yourself—you’ve been throwing yourself at him since you got here.”
She snorts. “I’m sorry to burst your bubble, Reagan, but Dante didn’t try to wake you up either.”
Mmm … okay.
“Why did you come here?” I shout.
She purses her lips. “I wanted to see my so-called friend. Clearly you had no problem moving on without me.”
What did she expect from me? I feel like she’s resentful because my life has gone on.
“I asked you to come with me,” I yell. “Or have you conveniently forgotten that conversation? You were so against it that you stopped speaking to me.”
She takes her lingerie-pajamas out of a drawer.
“I’m not surprised you see it that way,” she snaps. “Everything is always about you and your feelings. You’re so spoiled and selfish.”
I’m done. I don’t have to listen to her speak to me like this in my own home.
“You’re a grown woman, and it’s not my job to take care of you,” I exclaim. “Did you expect me to stop my life until you figured out yours?”
“Of course not, Princess Reagan,” she snarls. “Perhaps that’s why you’ve never had any luck with relationships. The only person you care about is yourself.”
I cross my arms tightly against my chest. “Careful, Bethany. Don’t forget you’re staying in my home.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh please, I have plenty of money to stay wherever I want.”
I force a smile through my gritted teeth. “Good, then you’ll have no problem finding somewhere for tomorrow night because we’re done here.”
