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He turns and walks back to his beat-up Toyota truck. “And you felt compelled to singthatsong?”
“I couldn’t help myself. Why didn’t youstopme?”
He reaches into his pocket and finds one of the hairbands he uses to put all that hair into a manbun. He always does that when he’s upset or freaked out. “How the hell as I supposed to know whoReidis?”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. He was sitting there with his friends, looking so happy, acting like nothing happened, while Danielle had such a hard road becauseofhim.”
Barclay opens my door for me. He’s always been such a gentleman. “I get that, but seriously, talk about beating a dead horseandpoking the bear, all at the same time. If you wanted him to stay away, it might have been a better idea to pick another song. You know? One that doesn’t kick him in the teeth or get him wondering what the hell went down that was so life-altering that it caused you…Danielle’s sister… to write a song about the two of them. You’ve pretty much sent out a signal flare that says,‘Hey Reid, how the hell are you? What do you think about moseying on over here and tracking down my sister for answers while I bring up ancient history and open up some oldwounds?’.”
“Yeah. I guess that wasn’t too smart,” I breathe out, shoulders slumped and feeling like an idiot as I step up into thepassengerseat.
Barclay places his guitar in the extra cab spacebehindme.
“Yathink?”
I throw on my seatbelt and rest my head on the seat back, closing my eyes as Barclay goes to the driver side and gets in. I did this. I’ve got to fix it before it becomes a real problem. Protecting Danielle is all I care about now. Tomorrow, I’ll set up that quick meeting with Reid, apologize for going overboard, and leave out as many of the details as I can. All while avoiding a new discovery that I just found out about outside the ladies’restroom.
I find Reid almostirresistible.
Lordhelpme.
It’s time for some damagecontrol.
