So who the hell was banging on the door like the hounds of hell were on their heels?
Scrambling to her feet, Covington shuffled across the living room in her borrowed socks. “I’m coming. Hold your horses. I’m coming,” she muttered.
Going to her toes she peered through the peephole. Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her lungs and she sank back on her heels.
“Open up you bastard!”Bang! Bang! Bang!“I know you’re in there, Tristan. Your truck’s parked in the drive. Open the fucking door.”
Dirk?
Dirk was banging on Tristan’s door?
What the hell was he doing in Hope Falls?
Had he followed her?
Why would he follow her?
No wait. He was yelling for Tris not her.
But what could he possibly want with Tris?
“Open the door, asshole. You think you could knock up my fiancée without me finding out?”
“Ex-fiancée.” She hadn’t meant to say the word out loud but she couldn’t help it.
A heavy silence hung for a moment before Dirk said, “Covington?”
“Shit.” This time she whispered. Not that it made a difference now.
“Open the door, Covington.” The handle jiggled. “Let me in Love Bunny.”
Love Bunny?Really? Was he nuts?
The last time she’d seen him he was staggering drunk and she’d made it perfectly clear that anything between them was over and she’d moved on. Of course she hadn’t revealed the identity of the man who’d gotten her pregnant, but she’d made sure Dirk knew she was ecstatically happy and wanted nothing more to do with him.
Except he was here. On Tris’s doorstep calling herLove Bunnyin that whinny way he thought was cute.
And she had no idea what to do.
The urge to hide, to bury herself beneath a blanket and cry had her sniffling, her eyes and nose stinging.
Why had her life turned into a real-life soap opera?
