Page 48 of Sin With Me

Why the hell would she go for coffee with the guy who spilled beer down her shirt and hit me?

That’s fucked up.

Even more fucked up she didn’t mention it to me when we texted this morning.

Before I can stop myself, I reach for the door and whip it open.

Delilah’s already on her feet when I enter, staring at me like a deer in headlights.

My gaze shifts to the man behind her and my jaw clenches.

“Wilder.” She steps closer, seemingly calm, but the grip on her iced coffee is tight as she holds it close to her body. “Let’s talk outside.”

“Delilah, wait?—”

She spins around but inches back as he approaches.

“Don’t,” I warn him.

He holds up his palms in mock surrender. “Relax, I’m not gonna do anything.”

“Sorry, Jonah. I have to go.” The remorse in her voice has me even more confused.

Delilah turns and shoves me through the door. She stays silent as we walk toward the parking lot.

“Delilah…are you gonna say anything?” I ask before we approach her truck.

She finally looks at me. “What’re you doing here? I thought you had registration.”

“I was stoppin’ in to see you quickly. Your coworker said you and some guy went downtown, so…”

She crosses her arms, leaning against the door. “So what?”

“I went to find you and see who you were with…” I shrug. “I was worried.”

“Wilder, I can take care of myself.”

“I’m aware, but why would you meet up with that guy of all people? He’s the reason Wesley smelled beer on you.”

She blows out a breath, dropping her arms. “He stopped by the store yesterday to apologize. When he asked to take me out, I suggested going for coffee instead. But it wasn’t a date. We were going as friends.”

I snort, lifting my hat to scrub a hand through my hair. “As friends? Did he know that?”

“Yes,” she drawls, less than amused at my accusations. “You and I hang out as friends, so what’s the big deal?”

“No…” I say firmly. “We’re not friends. The moment your lips touched mine and I got a taste of you, we stopped beingjust friends.”

“Wilder,” she mutters softly, dropping her gaze.

“Yeah, I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but I do.”

“You’re gonna be late.”

I scoff. “I don’t fuckin’ care.”

I’ll apologize for it when I get there, but I’d rather stay here and talk this out if she’s willing.

“It’s part of your probation!” She shoves me lightly. “You need to go.”