But there was no time for that. Jumping out, I ran to my building and let myself in, telling myself not to look back.
Then the door swung shut, and without thinking, I glanced over my shoulder at the sexy man headed to my car.
11
LIAM
“Before you getall pissed off, I’ll have Bailey to work in a half hour,” I said before Wyatt could yell at me.
“I don’t give a shit what you’re doing. My shop opened at seven, and I expected her to walk through the fucking door before then. Not a fucking half hour late.”
“It’s one time.”
“One time is all it takes,” he argued.
God, he was such a fucking asshole. “It’s my fault she’s late.”
“Do you work for me?” he snapped.
“Wyatt—”
“Does she know you’re calling on her behalf? That doesn’t seem like something Bailey would be okay with.”
“No, she doesn’t know. And honestly, she would bitch me out if she knew.”
“Then leave it to her to make her own excuses.”
“Look—”
“Don’t want to hear it, Parker. She’s a big girl. She can tell me herself when she gets in what was so fucking important to make her late for work.”
Clearly, I wasn’t doing her any favors by calling. I was just sofucking confident that everything would be fine, and now I had messed things up for her, just like she said I would.
“Yeah.”
I hung up, kicking myself for listening to my cock this morning instead of her. She might have been only a few minutes late if I had just driven her home when she asked. The least I could do was take care of filling her tank and making sure she didn’t have any more interruptions this morning.
Unlocking her car, I laughed when I saw how little space there actually was. There was no way we’d be taking her car anywhere. I’d never fit. And telling her to get a new vehicle was out of the question.
I turned down the street in front of her apartment, adjusting the seat as I drove.
When my phone buzzed, I assumed it was Bailey calling to remind me not to take too long, but it was Lizzy. I thought about not answering. The last thing I needed was Lizzy’s brand of mushy happiness at seven o’clock in the morning.
But she was my sister.
“Good morning, Lizzy.”
“A little birdie told me that you had a visitor last night.”
“And that little birdie would be who?”
“Well, initially, it was Jeff, but news has spread far and wide that you hooked up with Bailey last night.”
My jaw clenched in irritation, though I knew she meant nothing by it. “We didn’t hook up.”
“Oh, I know that. Trust me, I’m well aware of how you feel about Bailey. It’s been clear as day since second grade.”
“Third,” I corrected.
