I frowned. I’m the last person to be loyal to Taylor and her minions, but if Weston’s the type of person who enjoyed revenge, then I would try to protect them.
“Around,” I told him in an unconvincing tone.
Weston twirled his index finger in a circle. “Around?”
I nodded and looked down at my hands in my lap. I could feel Weston move, knocking the table and making his mug clatter.
“Covee.” Weston’s voice was low and even. I still didn’t look up in fear that he’d be able to see the answer he wanted in my eyes. With a little process of elimination, he could've easily guessed it was Taylor. What would he do next?
“I have to ask,” he continued. “Are you spreading rumors too?”
I frowned so deeply I could feel my forehead crease. “What are you talking about?”
His eyes scanned my face. I could feel his gaze taking in the curl of my lip and the wrinkle set between my brows. “I had to ask.”
He still wanted an answer. I took quick stock of every conversation I had about Weston in my life. Outside of Ari and the slip-up with Taylor, I never spoke about him.
“No,” I told him. “I’m not into starting rumors. But, I sort of let it slip that you were on probation to my roommate...”
I winced and locked my fingers together on top of the table, waiting for a negative response. Weston pressed his thumb to his lip for a moment.
“Okay. No worries.” He nodded, accepting my confession. “That was bound to get out eventually.”
My shoulders sagged, relieved by his chill reaction. “Now, tell me what you did to the guy in the hospital.”
Weston leaned towards me, helping create a more private world for us to converse. “I almost killed him.”
My stomach dropped, not because of the statement but because of the bluntness. “Weston?”
His eyes stayed steady, never leaving mine. “I told you I’d be honest.”
I pushed away from him a little. When he spoke, his breath smelt like spearmint. It was a contrast to the fact that he confessed to nearly killing someone.
“What happened?” I questioned.
“I’m sure you know,” Weston said in a gentle tone. He had pulled back too, out of respect.
“I don’t want to talk about rumors anymore.” I shook my head.
Weston curled his fingers around his empty cup. I watched him tip the thing over and pull it right side up. A bit of drink slid off the side and onto the table.
“Someone gave me a name.” Weston looked at me without faltering. He was a rock, completely still and emotionless now. “She was sure he was the one who hurt her. And I was sure. That’s all that mattered.”
“So, you two were wrong?”
He shook his head. A twinge of annoyance flashed across his face, but he brushed it off quickly. “Just a slight misunderstanding on my end. But, he’d hurt plenty of people before. The jerk belonged in the hospital so don’t worry about that part.”
“It’s the misunderstanding part that worries me. Do you just jump at the chance to hurt someone?”
“I vet people,” he said and added in a quieter tone, “Usually.”
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment to take everything in without Weston’s blinding good looks and the teahouse’s twinkling lights. On an average night, this could have been an incredible date. A normal date.
“Usually,” I repeated once I opened my eyes.
“Yeah, I promise.” He placed his hands on the table. “I would never hurt someone unless they deserved it.”
“What are you? Judge, jury, and executioner?”
