“Recently,” I answer, hoping that if I give him what he wants, he’ll shut the fuck up.
“How recently is recently?”
“Within the last week or so,” I answer.
“You don’t remember the day?”
“Of course I do. I’m just not telling you.”
Kai shakes his head. “Must not have been that memorable.”
“The sex was good!” I bark out, getting the attention of pretty much everyone in the northern hemisphere of the bar we are sitting at.
Kai grins and for the second time in two days, I want to punch his teeth out of his face.
“Well, I’m happy for you. But I feel like for a man who just got his rocks off, you are very tense.”
“Your sister hates me,” I state, taking another bite of my sandwich and chewing angrily.
“Who, Libby? She hates most men.”
“So, she doesn’t date,” I state though it’s sort of a question.
Why I want to know, I can’t say. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about her. Not just the way she makes me fume at the shop but the other Libby. The one who thought I was Jax. The one who looked so disappointed when she believed she was stood up on her date. A date that she didn’t even want to be on, yet dressed the part.
She didn’t see the look in that jerk off's eyes when he bailed. And I’m glad for it.
“Rarely. Not since her divorce anyways.”
My ears perk at that, and I shove more food in my face to hide my interested expression. “Divorce? She’s kind of young for a divorce isn’t she?”
“He was a twat. And I say that as a guy who doesn’t necessarily always get along with her. I don’t know. It’s one thing for me to have a hard time with her. It’s another for some douchebag with a bad haircut and a holier than thou attitude to make her feel like shit. I was relieved when it crashed. And it did crash.”
“Let me guess, he took everything,” I say, unable to hide my disgust.
“Yep. But she didn’t really care. Libby is…resourceful.”
Clearly.
The word almost makes me feel bad. It’s obvious she’s had to fight for things for a long time. But it also doesn’t change things.
“She’s nuts if she thinks holding onto our parents' precious dream of a family bookstore in the middle of Boston is going to keep her afloat though. We’re doing my sister a favor, you and me. And someday, she’ll thank us.”
I don’t know about that.
Libby is stubborn as fuck. It’s half my intrigue and half my irritation. But she’s not the only one with a complicated past. Or demons. And it doesn’t change the end goal. I know better than to let a little sentiment get in the way of what needs to be done. And Libby is going to have to learn too.
“So, who was the girl anyways?” Kai asks, his eyes flickering to the table across from us.
“What girl?” I ask.
“The girl you railed the other night. Jesus fucking Christ, Dax. We really need to get you help.”
“She was…someone online.”
“Someone online,” he repeats my words robotically. “Everyone is online. How did you meet?”
“Through the fucking app.” It’s a lie. But to keep my story straight with everyone involved, I am going to make sure all the details match up on both ends.