Page 43 of One Bad Idea

He scoffed like this was nothing. "Yeah, because you deserved it, making off with my truck like that."

I felt my gaze narrow. "Youdoremember that you borrowedmycar all the time, right?"

"Yeah, but that's when we were together."

Okay, on this he had a point, but not when you factored in quantity and inconvenience. Through gritted teeth, I said, "You borrowed it at least twenty times."

"So?"

"Without asking."

"So?" he repeated.

"So, half the time, you left me stranded."

"Oh come on," he said. "You had a roommate. I didn't."

Now, it was my turn to say it. "So?"

"So, she was there to give you a ride."

"Not all the time, she wasn't."

"Yeah, but it all worked out." With a little smirk, he added, "I don't know why you're so riled up now."

I gave him an annoyed look. "Well,Idon't know whyyouthreatened to throw me in jail."

At this, he looked away and mumbled, "I wasn't gonna do it personally or anything."

I wasn't even sure what that meant. When he looked back, I said, "And youdorealize it was an emergency, right?"

"Jeez, let it go," he said. "You weren't even arrested."

I did my best Stuart impression. "So?"

"So, if anyone should be mad, it's me. You drove it like what? Five hundred miles? I mean, it's not like you just took it to the store."

I sighed. Maybe he was right. And besides, I didn't care enough to argue with him. Mostly, I just wanted him to leave, so I could go inside and nap. Between all the driving and drama, I'd slept only a few hours in the last two days. Now, it was seriously catching up with me.

I muttered, "Fine. Let's just forget it, alright?"

Stuart smiled. "Is that an apology?"

"What?"

"An apology," he repeated. "You know, for taking the truck."

I didn't smile back. "I dunno, didyouever apologize for takingmyvehicle?"

"No." He straightened. "But that was different, just like I said."

I gave him a long, cold look. If he was waiting for an apology, he'd be waiting a long time.

"Alright," he said. "I'll tell ya what. Make me a sandwich, and we'll call it good."

My jaw clenched.What. The. Hell.

Of all the things, he might've suggested, why that? Why now? Until recently, I had nothing against sandwiches. In truth, Ilovedsandwiches. I even lovedmakingsandwiches. Until our breakup, I'd made plenty of sandwiches for both of us.