A half hour later, I pull in front of her apartment building. Before I’m out of the car, Roger steps outside and closes the main door.
“Where is she?” I stalk toward the entrance.
Roger crosses his arms, and his nostrils flare. “She doesn’t want to see you.”
I narrow my gaze. “I don’t understand.”
Roger raises an eyebrow and doesn’t move. “I should really kick your ass.”
My head jerks back, because I’m confused as fuck. “For what?”
“You hurt her.” He widens his stance, puffing out his chest.
My heart races as I drag my hand through my hair, still not understanding what’s going on. “How?” I take a step forward, but he puts out his hand and blocks me.
He ticks his head toward the street. “Just go.”
I throw out my arms, because there’s no way in hell I’m leaving until I know exactly how I fucked up. “I’m not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what the hell is going on.”
“You know what you did.”
This guy is cryptic as fuck. I didn’t do a goddamn thing. I worked all day, and then the girls came back. Nothing else happened.
“Man, come on. Help me out here. I’m totally at a loss. Just let me talk to Tilly.”
He shakes his head. “I thought you were better than this. I never would’ve let you near her if I knew you were such an asshole and a player.”
Player? I draw my eyebrows together. “I am not and have never been a player.”
The only person I’m seeing and am completely in love with is Tilly. There’s been no one else in my life.
Roger grunts.
“Tilly!” I move forward, and Roger hits me square in the chest. I look down at where our bodies are touching, and I tighten my fists at my sides. “I’m being nice because you’re her best friend, man, but let there be no doubt… You won’t stop me from seeing her.”
“Why don’t you go bother the other woman you’re seeing?”
I widen my eyes as I stagger backward. The other woman? Michelle. Fuck. My stomach drops, and my heart rate speeds up. I cover my heart, feeling like someone’s sucker-punched me right in the gut.
“I’m not seeing anyone else, Roger. There’s only Tilly. If you’re talking about Michelle, she’s a family friend and nothing more.”
He sneers. “Tilly saw you kiss her.”
My muscles tense. “On the fucking cheek, man. I’ve known her since I was in elementary school, and she’s moving out of state.” I close my eyes for a second and try to control my anger. “I was saying goodbye to her.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not how Tilly saw it.”
I point toward the door, but I don’t move. “Let me explain.”
“No. I think it’s best if you leave.”
I peer down at the ground, knowing I can’t just go. That’s not how I’m wired, and I’m not going to let whatever Tilly thinks she saw fester until it’s an unhealable wound.
“I’m not leaving.”
“Then we have a problem,” he says as his top lip curls.
“Roger.” I stare him straight in the eyes. “I love Tilly.”
