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Not anymore.
“I don’t need anyone babysitting me.” My gaze swung to Quinn. Had she heard the entire conversation? Judging by the look on her face, I’d say it was a yes.
“I can take care of myself. So if you two are done talking about me like I’m a five-year-old….” She glared at me. “I need some drinks.”
Chapter Thirty
Quinn
I pulledmy arm out of his grasp, climbed into my car, and slammed the door. Or I would have slammed the door if he hadn’t blocked it with his body.
“Do you mind?” I huffed.
“Yeah, I mind.” He crossed his arms over his chest and widened his stance. His eyes narrowed to slits. “The fuck is going on, Quinn?”
“You tell me. You were the one discussing me with my brother like I was—”
“I’m talking about Walker,” he gritted out.
“And I’m talking about the way you agreed to help Mason. Is that the only reason you’ve been hanging out with me? What did you think? I’d stay in Texas just because you and Mason decided it was best for me.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
Right now, I didn’t know what to believe. “Just get out of my way.”
He smacked the palms of his hands against the roof of my car, making me jump. God, he was so angry. He glared down at me as if I’d been the one who had hurthisfeelings. As if I had been the one making excuses about how busy and how far away I would be. Only to turn around and say that he’d be there if I needed him. But what he’d meant was that he’d be there in case of an emergency.
I should have known he had an ulterior motive for working at the bar. But, god, how stupid could I be?
“Are you hooking up with Walker?”
“That depends.” I crossed my arms over my chest, not giving an inch. “Are you done acting like a jackass?”
“Don’t play these high school games with me.”
“You’rethe one acting like you’re in high school.” I was being petty and maybe immature, but I didn’t care. I jutted out my chin. “Why do you even care who I hang out with?”
Jesse shook his head in disgust and pushed away from my car. Then, with one more scathing look, he turned and walked away like it wasn’t even worth fighting over. LikeIwasn’t worth fighting for.
Still fuming, I slammed my door shut. I wanted to be the first to drive away, but he beat me to it. Of course, he did. I tailed his motorcycle but quickly lost him when he shot ahead. Whenever I wasn’t riding on the back of his bike, he was a speed demon.
Jesse would never fight for me. That was the sad truth, wasn’t it?
I’d given him an easy option, and he’d taken it.
Sex. No strings attached.
What guy wouldn’t jump at that chance?
When this was over, he’d just waltz right out of my life without a backward glance, and I’d be left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. How could I have ever thought this would work?
Thunder rumbled in the distance, interrupting my thoughts, and only moments later, the heavens opened up. I flicked on my wipers and peered through the windshield, straining my eyes to see the road. The rain was coming down so hard and heavy I could barely see the yellow lines. It battered my roof, the sound almost deafening. My wipers were doing double-time, but they might as well not have been working at all for how little it helped.
Then it hit me. Jesse was riding in this storm.
My heart was pounding in my throat, and my mouth went so dry I couldn’t even swallow.
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