“But you lied to me.”
“No, not really.”
“You let me sink thousands of dollars into your grandmother’s basement.”
“It’s my grandmother’s basement, not mine.”
His breath whistled as he blew it out. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What does it matter?”
“I think it matters because you intentionally didn’t tell me.”
“That doesn’t really make sense.”
“And neither does this.” He stalked toward the front door.
“What are you talking about?”
“You. Me. Maybe I should move out.”
She bounced off the sofa and went to him. “Why?”
He put his hand on the doorknob. “Tell me this, are you more concerned about losing me, or losing a renter?”
When she didn’t answer right away, he nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
She grabbed his hand. “I don’t like the way you’re talking to me.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like you very much right now, either.” He slammed out the door.
Zoe went to bed feeling like she’d missed something.
CHAPTER 8
“So, why don’t you likeZoe anymore?” Ethan asked Hannah when they were in the rental car and headed for his parents’. He had thought he’d think of Zoe less the further he got from her, but the sad truth was, he just thought of her more. Memories of their argument—along with guilt—rankled in the back of his mind.
