Page 30 of Broken

“Why don’t I believe that?”

“Can we leave?”

“Alright grumpy ass, let’s go.”

I turn on my heel and head for the door before he can respond. I’m not in the mood to deal with his attitude. I’m more familiar with the area now so I recognize places as we head back to the shop.

When we arrive I pull out the keys, toss them into his lap and get out of the car. He can keep his ungrateful, asshole attitude and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.

I’m really irritated. My palms are aching from holding the steering wheel to tightly and my knees itch.

“Calli.”

“What?” I whirl around.

The car is between us. Garrett is standing in the open door looking over the roof. He’s frowning as if he’s confused about how I’m acting. Well screw him. Screw all men. They do nothing but mess with your head, hurt you and then walk away.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” I snap.

It sounds the least welcome ever. My bike is in the shop with God knows what damage, but I don’t care about that either. All I want to do right now is curl up under the covers and shut out the entire world.

Checking there is no traffic, I cross the street without looking back once.

“Why aren’t you ready?” Sin stands in front of my couch, glaring down at me.

“I’m not going.”

She lets out a huff, eyeing me in my sweatpants and bralette. I was working out when she arrived. Sin looks gorgeous as always in a black sequin dress that flashes with shades of blue when the light hits it at certain angles. She’s wearing thigh-high boots with a stiletto heel that could kill someone if she wanted to.

The plan is to to head to a club after the party for Shane’s twenty-first birthday. Lucky wants to go all out and a few drinks in the pub aren’t cutting it, now that he’s legal.

“I’m not in the mood.”

She rolls her eyes. “Calliope Francesca Barton.”

“Don’t give me the full name,” I snuggle the pillow tighter to my chest.

“We made a pact when you decided to come back here.”

“I have cramps.”

“No excuses. You don’t shut yourself away. If we make plans, we stick to them.”

“This is different.”

“Why?”

I pout and turn away.

“Is this about Garrett?”

“Why would it be about him?” I huff.

After studying me, Sin reaches down and pulls the pillow away, chucks it on the chair across the room and sits down next to me. She takes my hand and stares right into my face.

“I heard what happened,” she turns my hand in hers. It’s been a few days, the scrapes are faint scratches now. “And Garrett washis usual ornery self. Lucky said he took care of you. So what happened?”

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