Page 62 of A Lick and A Promise
That was really bad, and something else to jot down on our list to talk about.
“I’m sorry, Brady.”
“I’m not. If he gets his head out of his ass, he’ll understand why he’s being such a goddamn baby about you.”
I hoped he didn’t say that “goddamn baby” part to Knox. Though I figured he didn’t because that surely would have made fists fly.
“We’re over in a way we’ll never be past that, my man,” I told him something I’d already shared. “At first, when you suggested we do our thing, I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I wasn’t in my right mind. I was hurting about Cheyenne. I?—”
“You were hurting because he shoved her in your face.”
Boy, Brady had a thing about that for sure. Maybe even a bigger thing than me.
But he wasn’t done.
“She doesn’t fit. Not him. Not our crew. And he knew it. So not only was he rubbing your nose in his whole ‘I can get another chick just like that’ play,”—he snapped his fingers on these words, and I fought flinching again, because yeah…that was why it hurt because he could get another chick just like that—“he was messing with Cheyenne’s head too. Also uncool.”
If she was stalking me/Knox, then…agreed. It was definitely going to be uncool.
“Are you sure that’s where he was at?”
I asked the question, but I’d heard Knox tell her off over the phone. They didn’t actually last very long, though it was longer than a few weeks (huh).
And now she was maybe/probably stalking me.
Shit.
“You won’t tell me why you two ended it,” Brady noted. “But I’m gonna ask again, why did you end it?”
“That’s between me and Knox.”
“Loon, he asked his ex-girlfriend to send you into his hospital room,” Brady pointed out. “You were the first person he asked for, and as far as I know, the only one.”
My heart skipped, my skin warmed, and I ignored both.
Ulk.
“And Lan tells me you’re nursemaiding him,” he continued.
Ulk times two.
“And you two acted like a couple while you were doing it,” he finished.
Ulk times a thousand.
His voice lowered when he said, “I thought you wanted him.”
“We’re not meant to be.”
“I don’t get that.”
“And I don’t get what still pretending to flirt and be into each other would accomplish,” I replied. “Especially when…Gemma…” I let that hang.
He didn’t address Gemma.
He said, “Because it’s working.”
This time, my heart jumped and my eyes stared.
