The smile creeping up at the corners of his mouth reminded me of his brother’s.
“If only you knew the things I do while driving, Snow White.” I ignored the innuendo and concentrated on the window.
“Why are you driving me home, James?”
“You know why,” he immediately shot back.
“Because Will asked you to, blah, blah, blah. You guys are so boring.”
“More hateful than usual tonight. Yesterday it would’ve done you good to listen to me.”
“What?”
I watched him bite his lower lip as my eyes studied his perfect profile.
And while I analyzed his square jaw, what Amelia had just screamed a little while ago, what Will had said to them, and the mean things that I’d said throughout the party all came to mind again.
“You’re used to it.”
I saw him raise both eyebrows.
“To what?”
“Taking hits. Not just physical hits.”
“What about you?”
His question floored me.
“No. I don’t know.”
“You don’t know, or you don’t want other people to know?”
I shook my head. “There’s no point in always pretending to be someone you’re not, James.”
“What do you mean, Snow White?”
His blue eyes twinkled in the dark.
“One moment it seems like you care about the people around you, the next minute you say you couldn’t care less about them.”
“Oh, so you’re not talking about other people, you’re talking about you.”
“No, I—”
I turned to the window to not give him the satisfaction of seeing my face turn red.
“You think I’m the big bad wolf, the one who can go wild, but you need to understand that the people around you aren’t perfect little angels.”
He was right; I’d gone from Snow White to Little Red Riding Hood in a minute.
“If you’re talking about William, I get it. Is Ari the one he’s always been in love with?”
“I don’t know.”
“James.”
He looked sideways.
