Good riddance.
She didn’t look my way. Instead, she disappeared through the front entrance of Callie’s Wee Cakery.
The Harley rumbled to life as I switched on the ignition and then I rode it down the side street and into the car park of the bakery. Hoping she didn’t lock me out, I quickly crossed to the back door and thudded on it.
Twenty-One
CALLIE
The day had thrown me for such a loop that I didn’t even think when I heard the thudding on the bakery’s back door.
I reduced the volume on the music on my phone and crossed the kitchen to see who was here.
The sight of Lewis looming in the entrance made my heart leap into my throat and I moved to close the door.
He barged right in.
“Uh, excuse you!” I snapped.
“Unless you want Morag to hear this conversation, I’d close the door,” he bit out in an uncharacteristic growl of anger.
What the hell did he have to be angry for? “I don’t want to have a conversation with you, Lewis. I am done with you.”
“Because Carianne’s an idiot who asked me out and when I said no because I’m still in love with you she suggested that we pretend to date to make you jealous? To which I did not agree because it’s fucking stupid.”
What?I gaped at him, stunned. Because it was surely so silly he’d made it up. “Eh … can you repeat that?”
“You tried to kill me last night for no reason.” Lewis tugged a hand through his long hair. “And if that French fucker thinks I’m going to allow him to steal you from me, he’s sadly mistaken.”
Whoa. There was way too much in that to digest. “Don’t you dare go all caveman on me, Lewis Adair. I am not somethingto be stolen. I belong only to me.”
“And me.” He pounded his fist passionately against his chest.
I’d never seen him so agitated. Not even when we’d broken up.
A shiver skated down my spine at the blazing look in his eyes.
“As I belong to you.”
“Lewis …”
“I did not say yes to dating Carianne. And I did not agree to pretend to date her to make you jealous.”
“Then why did she say so?”
“Why do you care?” His question was quiet, desperate.
Honestly, I wanted to throw a bloody rolling pin at his head. “Because you walked out of my life seven years ago, never looked back, then drunkenly slept with me three weeks ago, returned to Ardnoch supposedly for me, only to ride off into the sunset like my rejection didn’t bother you, and then you said yes to dating my old friend.”
“I didn’t!”
“How can I believe you? You lied about what you wanted when we were kids and you have given no indication that you hadn’t moved on until three weeks ago. And even then, your actual commitment to the idea of us has been shaky at best.”
“Me?” Lewis spat. “What about you?”
“Don’t even,” I seethed. “I was the one who wanted a life together. You weren’t.”
“I was a kid!” Lewis exploded.
