Chapter 29: You Don't Owe Me

I filled one of the glasses with water and placed the flower in it, then brought it over to my bedside table and set it down. “Thank you.” I took a cautious seat on the bed. “What’s up?” I tried to keep my tone light, but the image of the blonde with the sugary sneer kept popping into my head.

 

Had he fucked her? I didn’t want to believe it, but I spent enough time with Wade and his friends to know what happened between the band and groupies. Hell, some of them even traveled with the band when they were on tour.

 

“I just wanted to apologize about dinner.” He came farther into the room, crossing the living area complete with a couch, glass coffee table, and two armchairs and sat on the couch.

 

“It’s okay.” I sat in one of the chairs. “We aren’t together. You don’t owe me anything.” I tried to sound nonchalant. Instead I sounded like a clingy girlfriend.

 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.