Page 31 of Salvation (Clover-Hills #1)

Wesley

I regret every decision that has ever led me to where I am today.

I need to get her out of my head. Out of my system.

She’s the one who left. She’s the one who wanted nothing to do with me.

And fresh out of a relationship, she sure as hell isstillthe one who wants nothing to do with me.

So, after whatever happened in the kitchen, I picked through the hideously large list of numbers my mother gave me a few months ago.

Brittany McIntyre. We knew each other in school, and she’s been trying to get me to take her out for years.

I’ve never been interested, and it’s not anything against Brittany herself.

I’m sure there’s someone out there for her, but she’s not for me.

I could tell that from the moment I picked her up.

She’s wearing too much perfume, her makeup looks like she let a kid run crayons all over her face, and she no doubt got a boob job.

Not a very good one from the looks of it.

If her top was any smaller, I’m certain one would pop.

And now we’re going to Bell’s. The one place that won’t help me forget about the very thing I’m avoiding. Blake hates Brittany. They’ve had some weird vendetta since high school. I can only pray that she’s not working today, but the odds of that are slim to none.

“We could always go to the Diner.” I try my best to sound casual, but I’m not sure it comes out as anything other than desperate.

Her high-pitched laugh grates against my ears like nails on a chalkboard. “No way, Wes. Bell's has the best coffee and pastries on the street.”

Once we make it to the door, she pauses.

And I realize she’s waiting for me to open the door.

I jump into action, reaching forward to pull it open.

I’ve always been one for manners, but clearly, I left those, along with any brain cells I have left, at home.

“After you.” I motion with a hand, and she runs her nails down my bicep.

I refrain from shivering at the touch. The last thing I need her to do is take that as a sign that I like her touching me.

“Such a gentleman,” she purrs. I give her a forced smile and follow in after her.