Deciding to just wait for Clay in my car, I turn off the engine and grab my phone. Ignoring the slew of missed calls on the screen, I pull the dating app up, figuring I can use the time to look little more. As I’m sitting in the dark with my phone in hand, I see the reflection of headlights coming up behind me in my side mirror and with how low they are to the ground I can tell it’s not Clay’s Jeep. Before long the car pulls in behind me and parks and that’s when I see that the driver is Naomie.

Being around her Saturday confirmed what I already knew, which is that I don’t like her, not even a little.

I know you shouldn’t judge people by their past actions, but within a few minutes of being in the same room with her, and witnessing the way she flirted with every man she came in contact with, I could see exactly the kind of woman she is. That is the kind of woman who uses her beauty to get attention from men, no matter who those men are or whom they might belong too. In her head, I’m sure that if a guy is willing to break whatever vow or code he has with his wife, brother, or friend, who is she to stop them from flirting or doing more?

My lip curls even thinking about that.

How she’s married to Tucker is not something that I get, not with how much of a rule follower he seems to be. I imagine him with someone more like Grace, who is not only pretty but is also sweet and shy in that cute way that makes her more endearing.

Coming out of my thoughts when a door slams, I look in the rearview mirror and watch Naomie adjust the dress she is wearing before she heads into the building. When she’s inside I go back to my app and less than a minute later I see the reflection of another set of lights and know in an instant that they belong to Clay’s Jeep. When he parks behind Naomie’s car I tuck my phone away in my purse then grab Skye’s leash and push open my door.

“You hung up on me then ignored my calls,” he says in the way of a greeting, as he slams his door closed.

I cross my arms over my chest and fight to keep myself where I am. Letting Skye go so that she can run to him the way I want to, I watch him bend to pet her while his eyes stay locked on mine. I’ve missed him, everything about him, even though he’s only been gone a couple of days.

“You were mad at me for something I had no control over, and you cursed at me.”

“You scared me,” he bites out then growls. “Why the fuck are you standing all the way over there.”

“Because I’m annoyed with you for being a jerk.” I toss my arms in the air.