I'm sorry if I told him you were my girlfriend," Jack said, his tone casual, but I could hear the hesitation behind it — the way his words lingered, waiting for my reaction.
I inhaled sharply, biting down the frustration bubbling in my chest. "It's okay," I replied, forcing my voice to stay calm even though I wanted to yell at him. It wasn't okay, but I reminded myself that Jack was only trying to help. He had, after all, just gotten me out of a very uncomfortable situation.
He slowed his pace a bit to walk beside me, hands in his pockets like he didn't have a care in the world. On the other hand, I was still trying to calm my pulse.
"You may go now," I said, sounding dismissive as we reached the corner near my hotel. "You don't have to walk me the rest of the way."
But instead of taking the hint, he chuckled, a low sound that made my irritation spike.