“I came to talk to you about Willow,” she says.

My spine stiffens. “You came to talk to him about me?” I step around Clay and her eyes widen ever so slightly because she obviously had no idea I was here.

“Yes.” She looks apologetically at Clay then lowers her lashes. “I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but I overheard Tucker and Miles talking about how she’s on a dating app, but they didn’t want to tell you.”

I snort, I can’t help it, the sound just slips out, but Clay obviously doesn’t think this is as hilarious as I do, and I know that when the air in the room seems to thicken and he slowly turns his head my direction.

“What are you doing on a dating site, Mouse?”

“Obviously she’s looking for men,” Naomie ever so helpfully chimes in from where she’s still sitting.

“I’m not looking for men.” I roll my eyes. “I’m looking for Matthew.”

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” he shouts.

My hands ball into fists. “No, but maybe you have,” I shout back, going from annoyed to pissed in just seconds.

“What are you going to do if you find him? Are you going to ask him to meet you for coffee and have a chat about the weather?”

“Don’t be a dick, or absurd. Obviously, I’m going to give his information over to Miles and Tucker. I’m not an idiot.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asks.

I take a step back from him. “You know what, screw you.” Since I still have my purse on my shoulder and my car keys are in it, I spin around and start to stomp toward the door.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Home. You’ve obviously lost your mind and I have zero desire to help you sort yourself out.”

“You’re not leaving, Willow.”

“Try to stop m—” I gasp when arms wrap around my waist, and I’m lifted off my feet. “Put me down.”

“Oh my.” I hear Naomie whisper as Clay carries me across the living room and I kick my feet.

“Naomie, get the fuck out of my house,” Clay orders, as he takes my purse and tosses it toward the couch.

“No, stay,” I cry, trying to break the hold he has on me but it’s no use he’s to flipping strong.

“Leave now,” he growls.

“Put me—” I start to yell for him to put me down again but instead I yelp when I’m tossed unceremoniously into the air and land on the bed with a bounce. Scrambling to my knees, I push my hair out of my face, then watch in confusion as he storms back toward the door. Breathing heavy with my heart going a million miles a minute I scurry to my feet and start to rush after him but before I even make it halfway across the concrete floors, he slams the door.

“I’ll be back,” he growls from the other side of the door just as I reach it and I grab the handle, finding resistance when I attempt to turn it.