Page 4 of Best In Class
Then there were times that I’d make sure I had a boyfriend for the duration of his visit.
Petty?Yes. Comforting to see him jealous and or annoyed?Also, yes.
Now he’s back…to stay. And I’m supposed to work side-by-side with him like none of that ever happened?
The hell with that!
I park my bike in front of Savannah Lace’s offices and give myself a full sixty seconds to breathe.
Deep. Even. Controlled. The way Dr. Monica Ryan, my therapist, taught me, after I got into more trouble than I could handle when I was in my early teens, before I fell in love with Dom, when I didn’t know how to handle my parents. And then after Dom, when I didn’t know how to handle myself.
I didn’t tell anyone what Dom did. If my brother found out, he’d have beaten him to death. Lev didn’t push when I told him I didn’t want to talk aboutit.
It’s our family trait—emotional constipation.
“Well?” Stella asks when she sees me walk past her office to mine.
I shrug.
I go to my office, angry as hell but also hurt. A part of me thought that if I asked Dom to do something, he’d do it. If I told him I didn’t want him on this project, he’d step away. I am Luna, and he’s Dom, and….
I blink when I feel tears in my eyes. Damn it!
Stella follows me as I set my helmet and driving gloves on a bookshelf.
He might’ve broken my heart once, but now I was older, smarter, and tougher.
This time, I’ll break his kneecaps if he does me wrong.
“Luna?” my friend queries gently.
Stella and I have been friends for years. We grew up together, and she’s seen me through it all—finding Dom, losing him.
I turn so she can see me.
“Fuck!” she mutters.
I know I have tears in my eyes.
Strong, sassy Luna Steele—still crying over Dominic Calder.How fucking pathetic!
“What did he do?” she demands angrily.
“Nothing.” I sniffle and straighten my shoulders. “Abso-fucking-lutelynothing.”
“Hon, you’ve got to stop torturing yourself.”
I run a hand through my hair and slump into my chair. “Is that what I’m doing?”
Stella leans her hip against my desk. “Yeah, you are. Since he came back.”
Aurora hurries into my office, her laptop in hand. “You’re late. Which means you’re either making trouble or avoiding it.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Why not both?”
Aurora is soft on the outside, steel on the inside.
She frowns. “Where have you been?” There’s accusation in her tone. She has told me several times now to not push this thing with Dom and just work with him like I would anyone else.
