That was the easiest way to put it.
Because it had been fine.
Good, even.
Until it wasn’t.
“He was drinking,” I added.
Lark’s brows pulled together slightly.“Okay…”
“And then he just started getting… weird.”
“Weird how?”she asked.
I paused, because how did I even explain that?“Like… he wasn’t the same,” I said slowly.“The more he drank, the more… sharp and mean he got.Everything felt like it had an edge to it.”
Lark didn’t interrupt.
Didn’t joke.
She just watched me, which somehow made it harder.
“He told me to get him a beer,” I said finally.“Like, demanded I get him a beer.”
Her head snapped back.“He what?”
“Yeah,” I said, grimacing.“Like I was just supposed to… go do it because that was what he wanted.”
“Oh hell no,” she muttered.
I nodded.“That’s what I thought.”
I leaned back against the counter, crossing my arms now, mirroring her stance from earlier without even realizing it.“And then Jude showed up,” I said.
Lark’s eyes lit up again, but she held it in this time.“Of course he did,” she said, a little too calmly.
I shot her a look.“Not helping.”
She lifted her hands in surrender.“Continue.”
I huffed out a small laugh.“He told Jesse to get his own beer,” I said.“And then it just… escalated.”
I didn’t go into every detail.
Didn’t need to.
The look on Jesse’s face.
The way he said I was his.
The way everything shifted.
That wasn’t something I needed to replay word for word.
Not out loud.
Lark didn’t push for it either.
