Page 80 of The Bad Girl
My brow shoots up in surprise. “Excuse me?”
“She told me about it right before you left to go boating.”
“She did?”
“Yes, we had a moment. Or at least she thinks we had a moment. I was trying desperately not to die from boredom.”
“So, she told you about the guy?”
“Tom?”
I nod.
“He’s exquisite. Lean muscles, hard body, broad shoulders—I love blonds!”
“Well, I don’t know how to tell you this, but he has eyes on Nadine.”
Harry looks at me like he’s trying to figure something out. Like I’m some kind of puzzle. And I don’t like it.
“You’re not upset that Nadine’s not coming back,” Harry says accusatory.
“Weren’t you the one that just said I was?”
“You’re heartbroken.”
My head snaps in his direction. “Did you just say heartbroken?”
“I did, and you’re not denying it.”
“I didn’t deny it because what you said is absurd.”
“You didn’t deny it because it’s true, which is rather shocking. Nadine is the human equivalent of looking at someone’s vacation photos.”
I exhale a careful breath, trying not to let my emotions manifest. “I don’t know what you’re—”
“Oh, shove it. That’s a lie, and you know it.”
“Look, with this whole bad girl transition thing, I have come to see a different side of her.”
“Oh, you don’t say,” Harry mocks me.
“I don’t know what it is, the revealing outfits, the strip club—”
“Wait, what? You took Nadine to a strip club?” Harry laughs like only Harry can, shrill and flamboyantly. “I wish I could have seen that.”
“Yeah, well, it didn’t exactly go smoothly. Fuck, I admit, I totally crossed a line, but I would hardly call myself heartbroken.”
His brow juts upward. “Crossed a line? Are you saying that…”
I nod my head. “Uh-huh.”
“When?”
“The boat.”
“God, it must have been horrible!”
“I honestly didn’t know how far Johnson was going to go, crazy people do crazy things.”
