Page 56 of Dating the Rebel
Miranda hadn’t expected to hear those words...from Blair. She wasn’t the Snyder who owed her an apology. “For what?” she asked. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
Blair sat across the table from her—at that rooftop restaurant that reminded Miranda entirely too much of one of herperfectdates with Grant.
“I know what my idiot brother has done,” Blair said, her blue eyes brimming with remorse. “And I am so sorry.”
“He told you?” Miranda asked, stunned that he would have confessed to his sister the games he’d played with her. That they’d played with each other.
Blair nodded. “I can’t believe he thought you would try to break up me and Teo so you could set him up with other women.”
“What?” Miranda asked, her head beginning to pound with confusion.
“I know that’s why he’s been coming to Monaco,” Blair continued. “To warn you away from me, just like he did when we were kids.”
Miranda shook her head. “Oh, he didn’t go about it the way he did when we were kids.” He’d been so much subtler—so subtle that until now she hadn’t even realized what he’d been doing.
Blair sighed. “I know he said he didn’t yell, but he never thinks he’s yelling—”
“It’s his voice,” Miranda interjected. It was so deep and rumbly and sexy...just like him.
“So he did yell?”
Miranda shook her head. “No, I didn’t even know what he was up to. He claimed he wanted to join Liaisons International...” So he’d been lying to her—about everything...
Blair nodded. “Yes, he said he offered, so that he could somehow replace Teo. I actually think he was trying to help out your business.”
“I don’t want his help.” All she’d wanted was him, but it had all been a lie.
Blair chuckled. “That’s what I told him. That he’d disrespected both of us. That there’s no way I would give up the best thing that’s ever happened to me...” Her voice cracked, and tears sprang to her eyes.
Miranda reached across the table and patted her hand. She’d never seen her friend so emotional. “And I hope you know that I would never ask you to...”
“Of course I know that,” she said. “I know that you don’t listen to your sisters. Unfortunately Grant was listening to them, though.”
“He really thought that I would do that to you?” Miranda asked, and that hollow ache she’d had in her chest intensified even more so that she could barely draw a breath.
“He knows now that he was wrong,” Blair said. “Hasn’t he tried to apologize?”
He’d been calling, but she’d figured it was just to join the service. So she’d ignored the texts and emails and all the messages he’d left with Tabitha.
Miranda shrugged. “I don’t want to hear it.” It would be much safer for her heart if she never heard his voice again.
“I don’t blame you...” Blair trailed off and reached for her glass, taking a long sip of her red.
And Miranda narrowed her eyes. “But?”
“He does feel really bad,” Blair continued. “He’s apologized to me and Teo so much that we’ve forgiven him. But he’s still miserable.”
Miranda could relate. She’d never felt like this before, and she never wanted to risk feeling like this again.
“He talked about going on auditions with you.”
They were friends—close friends—but Miranda couldn’t talk about her lover with his sister. It was just wrong. She shook her head.
But Blair persisted. “He said he was trying to show you perfect dates.”
“Yet he somehow kept screwing them up,” Miranda said.
“But he lost to you in poker—”
