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“Thank you for respecting my decision. Good night, Gannon.”
She hung up and shut down her phone. She wasn’t going to waste any more sleep on him.
She finally fell asleep just after dawn, missing the feel of his arms around her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
He was fucking crazy. That was the only explanation for him acting like a damn stalker. She’d made it clear—crystal clear—that she didn’t want to know the truth. Yet here he was on her damn doorstep.
He had to make her understand… and then he would let her have it for not trusting him.
Cat had tried to talk to him out of it on the flight home, but he’d shut her down and taken a cab from the airport to Paige’s apartment.
He should have his head examined.
Fuck it. He knocked and looked up and down the hall. They’d been “together” for roughly two months, and this was the first time he was seeing her place. Was that weird? He shook the thought out of his head. Everything about them was weird.
He was just raising his fist to knock again when the door opened.
The woman had wild black hair shoved back from her face with a wide purple headband and scraped in at five feet even. She definitely was not Paige.
She eyed him skeptically. “You must be Cheater Magee.”
He bit back a defensive retort. “Is Paige here?”
She shook her head, and her thick hoop earrings jiggled. “Nope, she got a text from an anonymous source that a jackass of a carpenter was headed her way.”
He was going to have to kill his sister.
“You might as well come in.” She walked away from the open door, and Gannon followed her in, dropping his bag and slipping his backpack off his shoulders.
The woman reappeared with two beers and jerked her chin toward the couch, the only place available to sit besides a pair of rickety-looking barstools tucked under the two feet of kitchen counter. He sat, accepted a beer, and stared at it.
“Why are you letting me in and giving me beer if you think I cheated on Paige?”
“I’m Becca by the way.” She offered a small hand, which he took in a perfunctory shake.
“Gannon. Not a cheater.”
“I figured.”
“So she didn’t tell you?” Gannon ventured.
“Oh, she told me. I’ve just been in and around the industry long enough to recognize a narcissistic, loose cannon who doesn’t care who she hurts to get what she wants.”
“Meeghan.” Gannon spat out the name. “She’s psychotic.”
“So you were not dating Meeghan.”
“No,” he said emphatically.
“But Paige doesn’t believe you, or she’s just humiliated enough that it doesn’t matter that you weren’t dating her. A woman still showed up at her place of work, laid claim to you, and then treated her like garbage.”
“Yep.”
“And what did you do immediately after the claiming and the garbage treating?”
Gannon’s hand cruised the back of his head. “Not enough,” he admitted.
