“You know what, Thorne?” I hissed. “You’re an asshole. And I know that you know this, considering you’re incredibly self-aware, so I’d appreciate it if you’d just leave me the hell alone, starting by removing your hands from me.”
“Not sure what you and Sonja—”
“What the hell does YaYa, I mean, Sonja, have to do with any of this?”
“You missin’ your yoga dates with her?”
She hadn’t been to class in weeks, but how the hell he knew that, I wasn’t sure. “Are youstalkingme?”
“Tell that cunt, Sonja, she’s on notice.”
“Well, that’s mature,” I snapped. “Did you study vocabulary at low-brow biker university?”
“Oh, sorry, would bitch be a better word?”
I let out a frustrated squeak and tried to push him away, without success.
“Step back,” I demanded, and he did, but not far enough that I could get into my car.
“Give her the message, Wyatt, and go ahead and take that to heart yourself.”
“Okay, I’m done. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I have a feeling it has something to do with Sonja.”
“You should know, considerin’ you’re tight.”
“Oh my god!” I screeched like a banshee. “I only met the woman a couple of months ago!”
“Good story, bro.”
“Just so you’re aware, I have discovered recently that she lied to me when she told me she’d just moved here, and her name was YaYa. Maybe I should have delved deeper into her story, but outside of yoga and a couple of lunches, I didn’t really have much to do with her, so she wasn’t really on my radar as anyone other than who she said she was. And don’t think I didn’t miss your other ‘man’ on me in the club, by the way, which was not what we agreed to. Luckily, Sonja didn’t seem to notice.”
“And the hug-fest after girls’ night out was what?” he demanded, ignoring my admonishment.
“For your information, girls hug each other. It’s not my preferred way of interaction, but felt it would be rude to push her away. I don’t know her very well.”
“Well, you seemed awful friendly for someone who doesn’t know her very well,” he ground out.
“Not that I have to defend myself to you, but the girls’ night out was me trying to expand my tiny world and get a life. Being with you, by the way, was also me trying to expand my tiny world and get a life.” I gave up trying to clean up. “But it looks like they both backfired, so I’m going to go ahead crawl back into my bubble and forget I ever met either of you.”
“You’re seriously trying to sell me this shit?”
“What shit?”
“Not knowing Sonja had been kicked out of my club and is hell-bent on bringing us down by any means necessary.”
I gasped. “She is?”
Before he could respond, I shook my head and tried to move further away from him. “Don’t answer that. I don’t care. I’m late for my appointment, so if you don’t let me go, I’ll scream, and Mercedes will probably call the cops and come running, so let’s just avoid the drama. Sound good?”
He stepped away, and I climbed into my car and took off, sitting in the parking lot of my client for close to ten minutes as I tried to get my heartbeat under control. Luckily, I always carried a change of clothes in case something like this happened, so I snuck into the building bathroom and straightened up before heading to my meeting.
* * *
Sundance
I watched Wyatt drive away, my gut churning as things started to come into focus. I’d been obsessing over her for the past three weeks, unable to get her out of my head, so much so, I’d turned down every woman who’d thrown themselves at me ever since I’d kicked Wyatt out. I’d taken comfort in my resolve that she was nothing but a conniving bitch and I was better off without her.
Of course, none of my resolve stopped me from driving twenty minutes out of my way every weekday morning in the hopes I’d catch a glimpse of her at Flick’s, but she hadn’t showed.
