Chapter 34

Again, I remembered how slutty I became when I was inebriated, and I’d heard enough. “And it wouldn’t have occurred to you to put me to bed and keep your hands off.”

He laughed. “Why on earth would I do that?” Why indeed.

“Yeah, why would you?” I was angry, but mostly at myself.

I pushed my plate toward him since he seemed intent on finishing the pancakes anyway, then went to the counter to pour more coffee. “Finish my breakfast and get out.”

I stalked into the living room with a steaming cup and sat on the couch. There was a stack of books on the table before it, and I grabbed the one on top as I set down my mug. Anything to get away from the unwelcome, embarrassing reality of Monty.

“Hey, don’t be like that,” I heard him say as he walked toward me. “We could spend some time together today, or…”