He raised an eyebrow, still staring up. “Ghosted?”
“When you blow someone off by not returning their emails or texts, like turning into a ghost.”
“How metaphorical.”
“You know that you do it to all the women you date.” She was pushing at him, she knew. She was pushing him away so that these vibrations would leave her. She needed to have no chance with him.
He shrugged. “They don’t care. I’m nothing to them.”
“It’s like you think they don’t really like you or something.”
He shrugged.
Rox looked over at him, watching the nonchalance in his shoulders and body. “At least some of them do. There are too many broken hearts lying around the office for all of them to be pulling the drama llama.”
“So why do you have three ugly cats?” he asked.
Ah, so he was redirecting the witness. Typical arrogant lawyer move. Yet, she had to defend her cats. “They’re not ugly!”
“Sure they are. It’s what’s inside that counts, right? So why did you adopt three such abominable creatures?”
“Well,” she looked at her hands, still fidgeting with the rings, “because they were at the shelter for a long time.”
“And why was that?” His sideways glance was sly.
“Because no one adopted them.”
“Any why did no one adopt them?” he pressed.
“Fine,”she said.“Because they’re hideous. But they’re the best cats, and I love them.”
Cash closed his eyes but kept scratching Pirate along his shoulders. Pirate was a limp heap of drooling love. “Because no one else would look beyond their ugliness. You’re a special person, Rox, but no one else is.”
