Page 48 of A Little Too Late
Her eyes flash with anger, and I want to kick myself for saying that.
But seriously. Whatisshe doing in Colorado?
She props a hand on her hip and lets it fly. “I came all this way to tell you you’re an ass, and that we’re finished dating. But also to ski. I broke into your apartment to get that book I lent you, because I was too pissed off to let you keep it. And while I was there, I noticed you had a stack of Madigan Mountain passes on your desk. Some of them were about to expire. So I took some.”
Ava gasps. I whip around to see if she’s okay.
She is not. Her eyes are wide, and her face is red, and I know exactly what she’s about to do even before she does it.
“I’ll just…” she mutters. “See you later.” She turns on her heel and hurries back the way we came.
Well, shit. This is ten kinds of awkward for two different women, and all of it is my fault.
Harper pauses her rant to track Ava with sharp eyes. “Okay, who’sthat?”
“My ex,” I admit as we both watch Ava make a fast escape. I want to run after her. But I owe Harper an apology that probably can’t wait.
“Interesting,” Harper says slowly. “You’ve never mentioned an ex. Not once.”
I flinch. “You know when people say it ended badly? Well, we practically invented it.”
Her brown eyes return to mine. “Your fault, I assume?”
“Of course.”
She snorts. “Maybe you’d better go after her, Reed. She looks spooked.”
“I’ll do that in a bit. I have unfinished business with a lot of people, it turns out. A lot of apologies to make.” I’m almost good at it now. “Let me buy you a drink, Harper. You can yell at me before Ava gets another turn.”
She actually smiles as she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay. Lead the way.”
I grab her suitcase and lead her over to the bar, where I’m hoping Ava’s friend Halley isnoton duty.
She’s not, but unfortunately, the man wearing an apron behind the bar is my own damn father.
Fuck my life.
“Reed! Who’s this?” he asks, polishing a beer stein.
“Dad, this is Harper. We, uh, were recently dating.”
Harper snorts. “Veryrecently. But not anymore.”
“That seems to happen to Reed,” my father says, even though he doesn’t have the first idea about it. “What can I pour you? I’m filling in here for a few minutes while the bartender calls his grandma.”
Harper orders a glass of cabernet, and I ask for a beer. As soon as it lands on the bar, I look Harper in the eye andapologize again for my thoughtlessness. “It was bad form not to call you the second I knew I was leaving town. I’m sorry.”
She rolls her eyes. “I accept your apology. Unless you were making a booty call to screw your ex. In which case you’re an even bigger asshole than I knew.”
Ouch. I might even deserve that. “I didn’t know she was here. But, uh, it turns out we have some things to resolve. If I haven’t totally borked that up already.”
“Honestly, whatever it is, fix it. This whole chilly thing you’ve got going on gets old after a while.”
I flinch.
“You never lied to me, Reed. You said right up front that you were just interested in something casual. But I honestly thought I had a shot to be the woman who thawed your bitter little heart. Because I’m pretty amazing.”
“Hell, I like you already,” my father says, shamelessly eavesdropping.
