As well as promising.
But again…
Still.
“So you’re telling me it wasn’t a four-year long hissy fitthat was the reason I got no fuckin’ note after that happened?”he demanded.
That hit.
He knew it when she hit back.
“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not anything to eachother, J,” she informed him.“I don’t even know your name.”
He stepped back.
She watched him do it and winced.
But no fucking way.
Maybe he’d screwed up, and then she’d screwed up.
But she knew that went too far.
“You’re right, we’re not,” he agreed.“Sorry to fuck up yourday.”
He headed to his bike.
She moved with him.
He was firing it up when he felt her hand over the leatheron his forearm.
He looked at her standing beside him.
“J, hang on a sec,” she requested.
“Do your thing, A, live your life,” he threw her words backat her.Then he finished it.“Hope it’s a good one.Later.”
With that, he opened up his bike and glided away.
Jagger lost track of how many times he saw her afterthat.
At concerts, mostly.
Also at some bars.
Couple of times, out to eat.
Even at the mall once.
She’d been with guys.
He’d been with girls.
She’d been with friends.
Ditto with him.
Also alone.
