Page 29 of Feels Like Love
I clenched my fists. “Creepy messages? What kinds of messages?”
She waved a hand through the air. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
“I’ll be the one to make that decision. Where’s your computer?”
“Bennett.” She rolled her eyes. “I can handle it. Ididhandle it. I blocked and reported them, okay?”
“How many were there?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Like hell it doesn’t,” I growled. “Show me the damn site.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No.”
“Then you can kiss my coaching services goodbye.” I stood from the couch and grabbed the box with the two remaining pastries. One for her and one for River. “And the pastries.”
She narrowed her eyes at me and stood so we were toe-to-toe. “You wouldn’t dare.”
I shrugged as if I didn’t care. As if none of this meant anything to me. “Okay. Fine.” I headed down the hall toward my room.
Behind me, she let out this sexy little grunt of frustration. I wished I could see her expression. I’d bet it was fucking adorable.
“Bennett.”
I paused but didn’t turn back. “Yes?”
“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll show you.”
I was glad my back was to her, so she didn’t see my smile. She would’ve been pissed—accused me of gloating. I smoothed my face into a mask and turned to face her.
“But—” She pointed at me, mom look totally in place. “If you make one comment, one—”
I held up my hand. “Wren, I swear. I’m only trying to help.”
Help whom?a little voice asked. I told it to shut the fuck up.
She took a seat at the kitchen table and opened her laptop with a resigned sigh. She typed in a few things, while I grabbed us each a drink.
“Oh my gah.” She slammed the computer shut. She covered her face with her hands then did this funny shaking thing with her head and tongue. “I wish I could go back and unsee that.”
“Why? And if you tell me it was a dick pic, I swear to god…”
She shook her head, disgust written on her features. “No. Thank goodness, but I’m not sure it was much better. Apparently, my ninth-grade science teacher has a profile on LoveBirds.”
I chuckled. “No shit? Mr. Percy’s looking for a hookup?”
She furrowed her brow. “You…” She tilted her head to the side. “I can’t believe you remembered that he was my science teacher.”
“I can’t believe you forgot all the hours I spent helping you with your homework so you’d pass his class.”
Her smile softened, transforming her features. “I didn’t forget. But also—the website is supposed to help you find a partner, not a booty call.”
I scoffed. “Right. I guarantee half the people on there are just looking for sex.”
She scrunched up her face. “Well, I’m not. At least…not right away.”
“Whatareyou looking for?” I asked, genuinely curious. I’d never really seen her date, probably because Liam sabotaged most of them. And I’d been away at college and veterinary school before that, coming home infrequently.
