Page 84 of Puck Love

“What the fuck are you talkingabout?”

“You’ll figure it out, lover boy.” She shrugs. “Or not—either way I don’t suppose it matters. You’re donehere.”

This is bullshit. I could easily overpower Lana the fucking mega-bitch from hell, stalk inside, throw Stella down on the damn bed and insist that she talk to me. I could demand that she give in and admit that there’s something more here than two weeks of torturous foreplay and a whole week of fucking bliss, but I know after an asshole like Logan that’s not what she needs. She’ll come around. I know as well as she does that this is not a mistake. She’s lying. What I don’t know iswhy.

With my head pounding and my heart in fucking ruin, I walk away, back to the Jeep. The girl’s faces aren’t hopeful like they were a few minutes ago. The night has most definitely taken a somberturn.

“Boucher, you coming or not?” I yell as I climb in the back. A beat later, he emerges from the driveway looking smarmy.That son of a bitch. I come all this way to get the girl of my dreams back, and that asshole copped a feel of the angry ballbuster? This is bullshit. I wanna be back in my own house, in my bed. The one that smells like Stella because I haven’t washed the sheets since we fucked onthem.

My head feels heavy, and all I want to do is just go beat down her door and fall at her feet, have her run her hands through my hair the way she did a few days ago, but I guess that’s totally out of the question rightnow.

Eli climbs in beside me, and Caitlyn takes off. She’s nice enough to drive us the extra hour to the airport, and after grabbing her email address so we can hook them up with tickets, we catch a red-eye back toCanada.