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I’m not. And I don’t want to talk about him. It’s weird, but I’m okay. I knew. Deep down I knew.
LEXI: He was a total tool.
A pathetic part of me wanted to defend him. But I knew better.
In hindsight, I think you may be right.
LEXI: I’m here if you need me.
I know. Love you.XO
I looked up to see Reid watching me. “What?”
He pressed his lips into a line, and I had a feeling whatever was about to come out of his mouth might wage war, but Paige interrupted us.
“Ready?” She looked between us, and I was sure she could feel the tension and confirmed as much with a frown before she grabbed her purse from the counter. Reid and I were on opposite sides of her living room, but we might as well have been on different sides of the planet.
CHAPTER THREE
“Feel Good Inc”
Gorillaz
“Turn this up, please,” I asked from the back seat, still a bit pissed that Reid had no intention of acting like a gentleman or offering me shotgun. It was apparent he’d stuck me into some sort of category where he felt I was entitled to little and better off ignored.
I wasn’t a fan of Reid.
But he got along famously with my sister. Conversations and private jokes were easy between them. In fact, I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
“Can you please turn it up?”
They both ignored me as my sister drove toward downtown, rattling on about some shenanigans they’d gotten into recently.
I sat back fuming, sure one or both had heard me at some point. When the song was over, Reid slowly moved his hand toward the console and turned up the next song. I narrowed my eyes as a slow-building smirk spread over his face while he glanced my way.
Oh. You. Dick.
And that was when feeling became certainty. I did not like Reid.
“Let’s hit up the pub after work,” Reid muttered.
“Can’t.” My sister nodded back at me.
“Oh, please. I’ve had a fakeIDsince I was seventeen. Youknowthis, Paige.”
Reid shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt to try.”
“No way, and have those assholes pawing on my little sister? No thanks.”
“She’s safe. You know I won’t let anything happen.”
My next announcement might have come out something like, “I’ve got condoms.”
Paige glared at me through the rearview as Reid chuckled.
“Stop playing the mother role. I’m well versed in penis and vagina. I don’t need youprotectingme from anything.”
Reid looked back at me as I crossed my arms like a four-year-old. “Jesus, if I knew you were going to be this damn protective, I would have stayed in Dallas.”
