Her lips scrunched, she bit her tongue, then sucked in air through her nose. It’s not as if she hadn’t been told that in the past.
“Did you read my email?”
“Nope,” he said. “If you’re sending it to me and my mother, then that means she is reading it too.”
She moved in closer to the bar. She’d thought after she’d gotten drunk in front of him and he’d taken care of her, that he’d be a little nicer.
Instead, he was almostmoreof a jerk.
“Then why put you on it?”
“Because I’m your boss,” he said, then dropped his head back to what he was doing.
She had to remember that.
Not that she could forget it with the way she was dreaming of him nonstop.
That maybe when she was passed out on his couch, he’d been looking at her in wonder. A tender smile on his lips. A longing in his eyes.
What was wrong with her?
Clay would do none of those things!
She’d never been attracted to the “rough around the edges” type in appearance.
And sure the hell not someone who barely looked at her when she talked.
She liked a guy that smiled and she wasn’t sure Clay Ridgeway had done anything more than smirk at her with a sarcastic word.
“Fine,” she said. “Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed or do you just not like happy ever after?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Happy ever after doesn’t exist.”
She burst out laughing. “You’re joking, right? You hold weddings here. And even if you didn’t, your parents have been married for years. Don’t tell me they aren’t happy.”
She’d never seen Clay’s parents arguing when she’d been here as a kid. And she was here a lot.
Maybe Callum wasn’t sweet and tender, touching his wife and pulling her in for a hug. Not like her father was with her mother.
But Clay’s father was always helping. Getting things for his wife, asking her opinion, the two of them talking about the serious issues in life, not about what movie to watch that night.
She was smart enough to know there were several layers to happy ever after. Fun and games, candlelight dinners, and big diamond rings weren’t the only route to take.
Maybe her parents showed her that in life and she wanted it, but she’d learned that men like that didn’t work out. At least with her.
There was something to be said about stability and a man that you could count on. One that was going to catch you when you fall.
Like Clay had been doing to her since she was a kid.
Or caring for you when you weren’t at your best.
Like Clay did to her the other week.
Maybe she was looking at relationships all wrong.
But why the hell was she thinking of a relationship and Clay in the same thought when he not only couldn’t read her messages, but didn’t want to look at her?
Did she have a booger sticking out of her nose?
