Page 12 of His Ex's Little Sister
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Robin
Once a dog,alwaysadog.
I glare over at Reid as he and a curvy woman make small talk and practically start a mini makeout session in the parking lot. He even gives her his phone to put in hernumber.
Dirty, sexymanwhore.
I only came outside to get some fresh air as I wait for Barclay to arrive, but maybe it’s a better idea for Reid and me to have this brief walk down memory lane out here with fewer witnesses. It will also allow me to avoid him like the plague for the rest of my time attoday’sgig.
“Evening, Robin,” Reid greets me with his broad, panty-droppingsmile.
I see right through the bright white teeth, good looks, perfectly fit body, and charismatic charm. This time, I won’t get sucked in by his broad shoulders, bulging biceps, or his imposing size that so many women must find ridiculously hard to resist. I’m not perfect myself, but this is one man I need to keep far away from, nomatterwhat.
“Reid.”
The woman he was speaking with steps up to us and give me agrimace.
“Have a good meeting, Reid,” she says to him. “Call melater?”
Reid keeps his gaze fixed on me and ignores her. Whatever. “Where to you want to have this talk?” heasksme.
“Right hereisfine.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to sit in one of our cars? It’ll be moreprivate.”
I don’t need any privacy with Reid, so I shake my head. “A couple of minutes is more than enough. Right hereisfine.”
He looks out toward the parked cars. “Which of those isyours?”
“The light blue truck,” I tell him. “Not that it’s yourconcern.”
“Okay. I knew it looked familiar,” he says. “Isn’t that the Chevy Silverado your older brother, Josh, use to drive all thoseyearsago?”
“Also none of your business, but for the sake of wrapping up the small talk, yesitis.”
I bite the inside of one cheek, pressing my back against the wall beside the entrance as I mentally walk through my prepared update. I thought about what I’d say all night last night, and the truth is, I wish that I didn’t clue Reid in on Danielle. It would have been even better if I didn’t acknowledge or speak to him at all, let alone singthatsong.
I have enough of my own ex-boyfriend problems. Which is why I’ve been working my butt off. It’s not fun slaving away as secretary of my boss, Mr. Rochford, during the day while taking as many evening gigs as I can handle. Mr. Rochford is an uptight general attorney with a small one-man-show law practice. He’s demanding, knows exactly what he likes and how, and has no problem pointing out the errors of my ways every chancehegets.
But I need that job, and these performing gigs. By this time next year, Barclay and I will have enough saved up to move to Nashville and finally find the connections to make a go of hitting it big in the country and western world. It’s been our plan since grade school. The only thing keeping us from embarking on the dream now is Barclay’s education. He’ll graduate with a Master’s Degree in Fine Arts next April, and we’ll be on our way to making music and performingfulltime.
I’ll also be free of my ex-boyfriend, Dave, who can’t seem to accept the words ‘it’s over’ even now, close to a year after I ended it. Changing the locks on the apartment we shared only made him more convinced that we’remeant to betogether, as he says. A firm talking to from my parents didn’t help. Neither did the temporary restraining orders I got the courts to issue. He stayed away for the duration of the orders, and as soon as they expired, he started showing upagain.
I smile weakly at a thought. Dave and Reid should have a chat. They’re on opposite extremes of the romantic relationship spectrum. One can’t run away from women fast enough. The other can’t bring himself to stay the hell away. Maybe they’ll rub off on each other and find a happymedium.
Ormaybenot.
With their luck, they’ll end up pickup up each other’s worsthabits.
“What’s so funny?” Reid asks, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. “Or did you ask me here for…otherreasons?”
I don’t hide rolling my eyes. “Dreamon.”
Reid moves in until he’s less than two feet away from me. “Fine. Let’s talk aboutDanielle.”
“Okay. First, let me say that I’m sorry about that song last night. I was out of line. It was not my place to…judge you or call you outlikethat.”
