“He might’ve. In wolf form, we can act likeanimals.”
I side-eyedhim.
Pale arms slid around his chest. “Baby, you abandoned me.” Tamara tried to kiss him, but he twisted his face, and her lips landed on the hard line of hisjaw.
I ogled my half-eaten basket of tortilla chips. When minutes later she was still trying to coax him off the barstool, Istood.
“Before I forget.” I slid out the fifty-dollar bill and extended it tohim.
Tamara stared at the bill, nose crinkled. “Are you paying him for hiscompany?”
I frowned. “What?”
She shot me a sweet smile that was anything but sweet. “Isn’t that how you make your living? Cash forcompany?”
She could’ve thrown a glass full of ice at my face, and it would’ve chilled me less than hercomment.
Liam pried her arms offhim.
“Excuse me?” I said, playing dumb in case I was reading too much into what she’dinsinuated.
“The boys said you were awh—”
“Tamara!” Liam’s complexion went a littleruddy.
She pushed out her lower lip in a pout. “What?”
In what world did I think I had friends here? I backed up, and then I turned, emotion burning on my lids. My ears buzzed as I stepped onto the street. I felt drunk and sick to my stomach, but I was neither. What I was, was ashamed. And angry. It wasn’t like I could explain what I’d been doing on an escort service website in the firstplace.
I started walking, not caring where I ended up. I just needed to getaway.
“Ness!” someone calledout.
Even though my legs ached, I quickened my pace, but someone stepped out in front of me, blocked mypath.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Itried to sidestepLiam.
He shuffled, blocking me again. “Ness, I’msorry.”
“About what? Telling your girlfriend I was a whore? It’s true, isn’t it? So there’s nothing to be sorry about.” I walked off, but Liam stalked next tome.
“We never said you were awhore.”
They’d probably used the word escort—big whooping difference. I started to cross the street to get away from him when a car honked atme.
Liam yanked on my arm, reeling me back onto the sidewalk. My shoulder screamed in pain from the sharptug.
I gritted my teeth as I flung his hand off and rubbed my sorejoint.
“Shit.” Liam palmed the back of his neck. “Did I hurtyou?”
“Don’t give yourself so muchcredit.”
“Oh, will you stop acting like you’re fucking made of steel. A rock almost spliced your spine Saturday. You’re allowed to be inpain.”
So he had seen me… Hehadbeen there. “Thanks for yourpermission.”
