Chapter 27

“I should believe you, but I really don’t.”

“Maybe I don’t want to talk to you,” I said.

“And I’m pretty sure you don’t want to see me either, do you?”

“Not particularly.”

“You’re really pissed off at me, Dixon, aren’t you?”

“I was hoping you got that.”

“Did you get the gifts I sent to you at Tucker’s?”

“I did.” I made myself sound cold and heartless. I wanted to get my point across that I was displeased with his behavior, that he’d been one step away from cheating on me with Toby Chambers—in our house—that he’d gotten drunk and careless and was acting stupid and—

He tried to place his palm on my thigh but I pushed it away. His game of make-up wasn’t working. I wasn’t his plaything or his fiancé anymore. He’d built an unbreakable wall between us with his bad behavior. We were no longer paired and on the verge of marriage. Certainly not after what he’d done with his ex-boyfriend.