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“Looks that way.”
Faith was wearing an outfit that seemed more on par with her personality today. It was a pair of black pants and a loose fitting shirt. It still hid most of her curves, but it wasn’t drowning her in fabric. I indulged in staring at her ass for a second, remembering how it had looked when I had been behind her…
Nope. Not going there. I cleared my throat and decided I needed to force myself to eat my breakfast. Be quiet and not make a bad situation worse.
I half expected Faith to sit at a different table, but she returned with a cup of coffee and a bagel and sat down next to me. She stared at the coffee but didn’t drink it.
“Are you okay?” Dylan asked her.
“Hm?” She glanced up. “No. Just tired. I’m not a morning person.”
“You’re not upset? Because you look kind of upset,” he said, pushing.
I almost kicked him under the table but managed to hold back.
“No, why would I be upset?” She looked genuinely puzzled.
It was then I realized she hadn’t even heard me. She was still half-asleep. The grumpy look was her morning face. I hadn’t totally fucked up and pissed her off. I had a pretty good track record at fucking up so it was nice to avoid it for once.
I was one lucky son of a bitch.
Grateful for the close call, I pulled my plate back toward me and resumed eating. I wished Dylan weren’t there. After spending the night so intimately with Faith, I just wanted to be alone with her.
Which was the exact opposite of what should be happening since that was it with Faith. No more. Done. Enough. Can’t touch this.
I should be grateful that Dylan was acting as a buffer. Both that he was preventing me from being that guy who feeds a grape to his woman at breakfast and that Dylan was subjected to the awkwardness of our silent breakfast. I was still annoyed with him and wanted him to suffer as much as I was.
Faith didn’t look like she wanted to be alone with me. She’d barely spared me a glance. She took a tentative sip of her coffee then stared down at it like it would reveal the secrets of the universe in the swirls of her creamer.
“Dylan, I should ride back to Nashville with you,” she said after a minute. “Since we didn’t have any time yesterday to go over your thoughts about the direction of the marketing department. I really want to hear your opinion and get on the same page.”
Maybe she had overheard me.
Or maybe she was just trying to do the job she’d been hired for, as opposed to say, just doing me.
I gave my brother a look that conveyed my thoughts on him being in a car alone with Faith for three hours.
“I think that’s a great idea,” Dylan said, leaving me no choice but to cut him out of my will.
He knew I was seething.
He seemed to have made it his recent mission to jerk me around.
“Great.” Faith stood up. “I need more coffee.”
“What are you doing?” I hissed at Dylan. “First you want me alone with her, then you’re preventing me from being alone with her?”
That fucker looked me straight in the eye and said, “You said it didn’t mean anything.”
I saw exactly what he was doing. He wanted me to acknowledge that what I’d said was bullshit. Which it was. But it needed to be reality, whether I liked it or not.
It wasn’t that sex with Faith didn’t mean anything, that was far from the truth.
It was that it meant too much.
“I hate you,” I said.
Dylan grinned. “Is it me you hate or yourself?”
