“Nope. He’s a soft cock in general.”
The hint of a smile graces Blair’s lips before she wipes it clear off her face. “Why are you following me?”
“I’m not. I was driving past on my way to the airport.” With her hands folded over her chest, Blair hits me with a look that screams bullshit, and I laugh out loud. “I’m surprisinglynotlying. I was at Bo-Bo’s. It’s just around the corner. Great food, by the way. We should go there.”
“What? I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Yeah, you are. One day.”
“God, you’re insufferable.” Her nose flares and I’d feel bad if I wasn’t so desperate to spend time with her. “I have to go.”
She turns to leave but I grab her arm, spinning her to face me. “What did he do? You were pissed off when you were leaving.”
“It’s none of your concern, Zane. Please go home. Stop forcing fate.”
“That’s not what this is. And you know it.”
She sighs, running a hand through her curls. “I have to go. Please don’t follow me again.”
“I can’t promise that. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
“Why? Why is it so hard for you to let me live my life the way I want to?”
“Because you’re not happy, B. You may think that you’re hiding it, but you’re not.”
“Then don’t look.”
“What?”
“Don’t look. If you leave me alone, you’ll be none the wiser.”
I huff incredulously. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking?”If it was that simple, I wouldn’t be in LA now, would I?
“Of course I do.” Blair shakes her head, her frustration growing. “You disappeared from my life once; you can do it again.”
“B—”
“No. You shouldn’t be here.”
“Why? Because he’s here?” My eyes flash to the door, and I swear I see movement behind the semi-frosted glass.
“I don’t meanherehere. I mean LA. You shouldn’t have come back. My happiness is not your concern.”
“Your happiness is theonlyhappiness I haveeverbeen concerned about. I’d choose your happiness over my own. Any day. You know that.”
Blair sucks in a breath but recovers quickly. “I knew that once, but it’s different now.”
“Not to me.”
“Prove it.” The door opens and a group of guys walk out, instantly recognizing me. One of them pauses, but he must see something in my expression, because he whispers to the others, and they move on without comment.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“Prove it,” she repeats, her hands on her hips, her expression unwavering. “Walk away, Zane. Walk away now and don’t look back.”
“I’ve done it before. I can do it again. If it’s truly what you want.” I call her bluff but I’m lying. “The thing is…I don’t think you do.”
Blair stares at me deadpan, her eyes void of emotion, hoping I’ll believe the lie about to pass through her lips. “It’s what I want.”
