Page 181 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

She scoffs in his face. “Oh, like you care. You’re just here to watch me

get married because you still love me, and she wants to steal my man.

I know this is the truth. I know you’re just here to ruin everything,

and I won’t let that happen!”

Percy has to stop himself from laughing now. “Farrah, please. No one

is after you and Ryan to not be together. You’re perfect for one

another.”

Her glossy lips purse at his words. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean go get married and leave my future wife alone.”

“Only if she leaves my husband alone first!”

“Trust me, she’s not going anywhere with Ryan,” Percy chuckles. “Go

now and get dressed. I’m sure this will all blow over into nothing,

and we can laugh about it later, okay?”

For a minute, I’m proud of Percy. He’s standing his ground,

unbothered by a woman who was so toxic to him. She will never

understand the damage she did to him, her attitude driving him to

drink and her abuse towards him reprehensible.

I can’t even imagine what it would take to stand up to a woman like

that, but here he is, doing it.

And doing it well.

She gives me a glaring look. “You just want what you can’t have.”

I am more than willing to tell her the truth, but I know it wouldn’t

make it through her pea-sized brain. She turns to walk away, and

Percy thanks the guys for backing him up, coming back to me with a

confused look on his face.

“What the hell was that about?”

“Ryan tried to get me to leave with him,” I say breathlessly. “Even got

down on one knee. Some kind of last-ditch effort, I guess.”

The old Percy would be upset and concerned overhearing that.

Instead, he releases a short, funny smile.

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