Tony straightened, disbelief in his eyes as his gaze shifted from Becket to Sky. “You’re reallydatingthis guy?”
Sky’s arms wrapped around her waist. “Yes.”
“Go,” Becket growled.
Tony’s eyes narrowed on Becket before moving back to Sky. “This isn’t over, Sky.”
Yes, it fucking was.
Tony spun and marched back to his car.
Becket waited until he drove away before turning. “What the hell, Sky?”
She frowned. “What do you mean, what the hell?”
“Why didn’t you shout out for help when he grabbed you? Or, I don’t know, kick him in the balls?”
“I had it handled.”
“Didn’t look like it.”
The wrong thing to say, if the tightening of her fists was anything to go by. “I didn’t need your help. And now I need to go to work.” She stormed off the porch.
He followed her. “You’re not gonna say thank you?”
“Oh, sorry. Thank you for telling me I can’t handle my business.”
“I know you can handle your business. But as your boyfriend, I felt it appropriate to step in.”
“Fakeboyfriend. You keep missing the fake bit.”
“Why do you seem fixated on that part?”
“Maybe because it’s kind of important?”
“Nothing felt fake when you slid onto the couch with me last night.”
She shot a disgusted look over her shoulder. “I was asleep.”
“And you still couldn’t keep away.”
She stopped at her car and turned. “You need therapy, you know that? You think way too much of yourself.”
“Can’t possibly be as much as you think of me.”
“Argh. You’re impossible! I can’t believe I was actually starting to like you.”
“I think you started a long time ago, honey.”
“I could strangle you. You know that?” She unlocked her car and dropped into the driver’s seat. “I’m late for work. I’ll see you later.”
“Oh, by the way, my mom wants to have you over for dinner on Sunday.”
She looked at him like he’d lost his mind, before slamming the car door.
He was going to take that as a maybe.
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