For the first time in his existence, life was perfect.
WOLFE DROPPED THE SHRIMP and stared. “You actually spoke to him? After what that asshole did to you?”
He recognized her sigh of impatience as a good friend. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the lover card had been pulled, and he wanted to howl in protest at any other man getting near her. Especially her ex. “You’re overreacting,” she said, sipping her Pinot Noir. “It was in broad daylight on the street. He seemed apologetic, and for the first time, sincere.”
Yeah. Forget the howling. He was going baboon crazy on her, thumping his chest and pounding on her sincere ex-fiancé. The jealousy burned like whiskey but didn’t settle into a nice afterglow. It just made him sick. He pushed away his plate, suddenly not hungry. “I don’t trust anything he says, Gen. He’s an abuser, an egotist, and a control freak. Why didn’t you call me?”
Her brows snapped with temper. Yep. The spark in those blue eyes was her first warning. “Because, contrary to popular belief, I can handle myself. Sometimes I do quite well without a knight in armor.”
Yeah, she was pissed. The knight crack again. He’d never felt close to being a rescuer. He was just playing catch-up for not recognizing her deep unhappiness earlier. “What if he’s lying to get you back to the hospital so he has more control? And I don’t believe he’ll return your stuff without an excuse to see you again. I told you we should’ve filed the restraining order!”
Her lips pursed. Second sign of impending temper. “It was my decision to wait. I told Slade to hold off until things settled. I didn’t want him to target you.”
“Me? You were worried about me? I can take care of myself.”
“And I can take care of myself,” she growled. “David dropped all the assault charges and the lawsuit, didn’t he? He’s out of our lives and now he’s transferring to Boston. No reason getting all upset.”
“I’m not upset.”
“Then everything’s great.”
Silence descended. They glared at each other, not sure why the other was mad and not sure what to do about it. He tried to sound calm and reasonable. “I don’t like the idea of him getting you excited about going back to the hospital. Like a carrot he wants to dangle in front of you, then yank away.”
“I know. If I decide to go back, I’ll be dealing with a lot of emotional backlash. Resentful employees who believe I forced him out. Nothing wrong with taking a step back before making any decisions. Brian already called me and confirmed David’s new position in Boston.”
Why did he feel like she’d snuck behind his back? What was wrong with him? This crippling possessiveness was way out of his comfort zone. He figured she’d talk to him first, go over her options, tell him where her head was. But it seemed she didn’t really need him and went ahead with making her own plans.
Isn’t this what he wanted though? They didn’t have a permanent relationship. And friends weren’t expected to confess details about their decisions. Right?
“Do you miss the hospital?” he asked.
She stilled. Tangled her fingers together. Yes, she did. It was all over her face, and suddenly his heart ached for the life she had turned her back on. She was born to serve, and though Kinnections was a good break for her to take a breath, she needed to go back.
“Yeah. I do.”
He nodded. And damned if the next screwed-up question didn’t tumble out of his mouth. “Do you miss him?”
She jerked. Her eyes widened, and she suddenly simmered with emotion. Clenching her fists, she leaned forward over the table like she wanted to strangle him. What had just happened?
“Why? Are you afraid I’m thinking of him when I’m fucking you?”
Wolfe jumped from the chair, his own anger lighting up and pumping through his veins. She never talked like that. Never challenged or pushed in such a primitive way. “That’s a crappy thing to say,” he snarled. “Why are you trying to pick a fight? I just wanted to watch TV!”
She jumped up from her chair and shook her finger at him. “So did I! But I hate when you treat me like some ridiculous child who needs constant protecting. And if I was still missing David, I would never have gone to bed with you!”
“Fine. Good. Whatever.”
“You’re acting like such a mitch.”
He turned back, shock in his eyes. She did not just say that to him. “What did you call me?”
“A mitch. You know. A male bitch.”
“Yeah, I know. Nate uses that word for his hairdresser, but if you call me that again there will be consequences.”