Page 54 of Whispers and Wildfire

She watched me as she walked, her glare deepening, until the guy said something, and she tore her gaze from mine to reply.

Evan’s mouth turned up in a slight grin.

I had to swallow the bite I’d taken. “What?”

“Is that Melanie Andolini?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh.”

“What does that mean?”

He popped a fry in his mouth. “Nothing.”

I scowled at her back—and the back of the fucking guy she was with. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah, I can see this doesn’t bother you.”

I turned my scowl on Evan. “It doesn’t.”

“Okay, sure.”

They ordered something, and I ate a few fries without really tasting them. “Who over the age of seventeen brings a woman to the Zany Zebra on a date? Cheap-ass.”

“Maybe it’s not a date.”

The guy leaned in close to her ear and said something. She laughed. I glared harder.

“Do you know who he is?” Evan asked.

“No. He looks familiar, but I don’t know him.”

The kid working the counter gave them two milkshakes. With his hand on her back again, the guy led her to a table on the other side of the restaurant, and they sat across from each other.

He really needed to stop touching her.

But why? What right did I have to be mad that she was out with someone?

She wasn’t mine anymore.

That thought hit me square in the chest. And hurt more than I wanted to admit.

Evan glanced over his shoulder again. “That does look like a date. Sorry, man.”

Clearing my throat, I hunkered down with my food. I just needed to ignore them.

“So, what are you going to do about it?” Evan asked.

Drag him outside and punch him in the teeth? “Nothing. It’s not my business.”

“True.” Evan paused. “But you want to hit him, don’t you?”

“It would be satisfying.”

He chuckled and ate another fry. “Do you want to know what I would do?”

“Sure.”

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