Page 74 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
She pulls back and cocks her head to the side so she can see me. “I should go. The souvenir shop isn’t going to open itself.”
I tsk. “And wouldn’t it be a shame if someone had to wait to purchase a crappy overpriced Windy Falls mug?”
I wait for her to smack my arm or give me that prissy, pursed-lip scowl she’s been aiming in my direction these last few years. But instead, she just rolls her eyes, laughing softly as she pulls away. “Fine. Maybe I’m not saving the world with plastic mugs. But I do need the money they’re paying me to make sure it opens on time.”
I reluctantly let her go. And the crazy part? That reluctance is definitely not for show. I really don’t want to let her go, and that’s...
Nope. Still don’t know how I feel about that. But as she turns to leave, her pleated uniform skirt twirling around her thighs, I call out after her. “Your good mood is creeping me out. You know that, right?”
She turns her head to flash me a grin that hits me in the gut like a sucker punch. “Maybe that’s my plan.”
Other employees are walking past and she makes a show out of turning to face me, walking backward as she blows me a kiss. “Maybe I like to keep you on your toes.”
Holy shit. Her tone is flirty, and sexy, and carefree, and—I’m just about ready to chase after her so I can kiss her again.
Instead, I shout so she can hear me as she reaches the employee entrance. “Who are you and what have you done with Bailey Tucker?”
She turns away with a laugh and joins a group of younger employees I don’t know. They look like first years, and while they seem surprised that Bailey’s decided to chat them up, they’re greeting her with smiles.
So yeah, I can let out that breath I’ve been holding, because she’s going to be just fine.
And me?
I’m still standing here, staring at the gate where she disappeared, wondering what the hell is going on here. I’m still wondering minutes later when I finally turn to leave.
I head back to my car, and I don’t even see where I’m going because my head is spinning.
Between the crazy hot kiss last night, the major talk we’d had before that, the way she’d freaked out and ran away, and now this morning’s happy-go-lucky, flirty Bailey, I’m not at all sure where things stand.
And I really shouldn’t care so much. It’s not like I’m one to get caught up in labels, and I hate to talk about feelings and shit. I look back at the spot where Bailey had stood. Where she’d blown me a kiss and then walked away.
I am officially clueless as to what’s going on between us, and for the first time in my life...that is not okay.
My world feels like it’s been flipped upside down, and I’m so messed up by that, I don’t see it coming.
I’m about two feet away from my car before I realize that Grayson is leaning against my hood.
NINETEEN
LIKE AN OUTSIDER
Zack
Let me repeat.
Grayson isleaning.
Against. My. Hood.
Like we’re in a scene straight out ofThe Outsidersor something. And yes, Bailey made me watch the movie way back when, and no, I’m not even remotely scared of Grayson Abler.
But still...
Shit.
I’m not in the mood, you know?
I let out a loud exhale as he straightens. The good news is, he’s alone. At least I’m not about to have my ass kicked by the entire football team. So...that’s cool.
