“I told you why.” He’s trying to act bored, but I notice the constant bob of his Adam’s apple as he keeps glancing around us.
I smirk. “I feel like we’re way past third-grade lies, Gav, don’t you think?” I tell him. “So, I’m going to ask again:why are you here?”
He scoffs. “I don’t know what you expect me to say, Dorran,” he states, then meets my eyes. “I’m here because Cignette’s car broke down, and your garage is the closest one in the area. That’s it; that’s theonlyreason why I’m here.”
I search his face, and realize he isn’t lying. “So you’re not here to manipulate Varsha into getting back with you?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Fuck no, man; I’m over her. For real.”
His watered-down tone makes me grit my teeth, but I try not to lose my cool over it.
“You’re dating the County Administrator’s niece, then? Trying to get it on with the elites, or some shit?”
He chuckles. “Not really.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “She’s way outta my league, and you and I both know that.”
I relax my stance and fold my arms across my chest. “So what, you brought her here out of the kindness of your heart?”
He lets go of a breath and runs a hand over his jaw. “We’re fucking, okay?” he says. “I’m dating someone else, but Cigs and I – we’re…” he trails, then swallows.
I don’t know why I was expecting a different kind of answer from him. It’s always the same pattern with him, no matter what.
“Does Cignette know you’re in a relationship?” I ask.
He nods. “Yup.”
“And does your girlfriend know about Cignette?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
I dig the heels of my boots into the ground. “So you’re cheating on her.”
He blinks in surprise. “What’s it toyou, man? Why’re you so interested? It’s not yoursisterthis time, so my love and sex lives shouldn’t be any of your damn business. Stay out of it, alright?”
Honestly, I couldn’t care less about him or the woman he’s dating, and I certainly don’t give any number of shits about their feelings. But Cignette, on the other hand…
That woman is turning me into an open wound – fucking gaping and vulnerable. And, as much as I don’t like what it’s doing to me, I also wanna dive deeper and see where it takes me.
“I think you should go,” I tell Gavin.
His brows pinch together as he stares at me. “Excuse me?”
“Get outta here, Gav,” I say. “Are you suddenly hard on the ears or something?”
“And leave Cignette withyou?” he asks incredulously. “I don’t think so.”
I lean in a little, and watch as he takes a step back. “I think she’ll bejustfine with me.”
He sneers at me. “Well, whatIthink is that you’re damn neardelusional.”
“Watch it, Gavin,” Jayce warns. A second later, he’s standing next to me, his gaze hard.
“Get. Outta. Here,” I repeat, and this time, the fucker actually listens. He gives Jayce and I a pathetic excuse of a glare, pivots on his feet, and practically jogs back up the street.
“That was easy,” Jayce observes.
I grin. “When has iteverbeen difficult with him?”
Jayce chuckles. “Touché.” He then bumps his shoulder against mine. “I found the battery, by the way.”
