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He has no reason to be angry at her, and she has no reason to feel guilty around him.
What Damon doesn’t know is that Emily was never supposed to be his at all.
She was supposed to be mine.
But she couldn’t trust me enough to give me that.
She never believed in me, and she never gave me the chance to try.
I think it’s her lack of faith in me that stings the most, a silent message spelled out when she left that I was never good enough, neverstrongenough, to keep her.
Damon doesn’t say a word until we’re back on the road and almost to Priest’s shop to pick up the Jeep.
“What did she mean by six weeks?”
I don’t look at him.
“That’s how much time I asked her to give us to try this friendship thing out.”
“Try?”
Pulling the van into its spot at the shop, I throw it in park and kill the engine. The back of my head rolls so I can eye Damon.
“You were a little handsy with her, don’t you think?”
He grins.
“Can you blame me? She’s Red. We’ve always been handsy.”
“She’s off limits,” I remind him. “For both of us. That’s the only way this shit is going to work.”
Anger rolls behind his eyes, and I know his temper is about to snap.
“Yeah, well it doesn’t help when you keep fighting with her. And if you think I didn’t notice that shit, you’re blind. What the fuck was your problem tonight?”
It’s not like I can tell him I was constantly three seconds away from ripping his head off for even looking at her.
Instead, I tuck that shit down and try not to think that I need to end this problem before it goes too far.
“I’m still pissed that she deserted us.”
“Get the fuck over it, Ezra. Just give her another chance.”
He doesn’t give me time to respond before letting himself out of the van and marching to the Jeep. We spend the rest of the ride home quietly seething.
As soon as we’re inside the house, he runs upstairs. I lean against the front door wondering what the hell I’m going to do about this.
Already, Damon and I are fighting. No, it hasn’t gone to fists yet, but it’s gone there before.
This is bad.
This is bad.
This is bad.
But still I find myself leaving the house again and jumping in the Jeep. I haul ass out of our driveway without thinking about where I’m going and why I’m doing it.
I just know I need something.