Page 215 of My Temptation (Kingston Lane)

Fuck’s sake. He’s had all day to apologize, and he chooses now to do it?

Of course he does.

I put my hands over my eyes. “Henley,” I snap. “Honestly . . . you’re so infuriating. I am going on a date, and I am not talking to you about this.” I gesture to the road. “Just drive, Joel.”

“Last night . . . you said you loved me . . . Is that still true?” he stammers.

Joel’s eyes flick to me in question. “You love him?”

Fuck.

I close my eyes, ashamed of myself. “It’s . . . complicated.”

“Get out of the car.” Henley takes my hand. “Please.”

“Damn it, Henley,” I snap in frustration. “You don’t love me.”

“Who says?” he spits angrily.

I roll my lips, unimpressed.

“I’m trying to get better for you,” he blurts out in a rush. “I swear I am.”

Fuck . . .

What do I do?

“You should”—Joel rolls his eyes, sensing that our date is over before it began—“go . . .”

“Joel . . .” I look over to him. “We are not together.”

“We are together,” Henley interrupts. “You just haven’t realized it yet.”

Who hasn’t realized it yet, fucker?

“Henley, god damn it!” I snap. “Get into the house now.”

“Are you coming?”

“Yes, I’m fucking coming,” I snap. “I have never known a more infuriating man than you.”

He stands his ground.

“Now.” I point to the house.

He walks over and stands on the curb and folds his arms, defiantly waiting for me.

“I’m so sorry, Joel.” I sigh. “This is unacceptable.”

“I knew he liked you.” We both look over to Henley as he stares back at us through the windshield. “I didn’t know he loved you.”

I let out a deep breath. I’m not even excited by this revelation. In fact, I’m pissed. “I’ll call you through the week?”

“Okay.” He starts the car.

I walk past Henley and into his house. He follows me with his tail between his legs.

I’m so pissed that I can’t even bring myself to say one word to him—not one fucking word.

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