34. Lilly
CHAPTER 34
LILLY
What the hell? A ton of my clothes are missing.
Oh. Right. I vaguely recall Prudence saying something about doing my laundry.
Fine. Whatever. It’s not about the stuff. I just need my home. My space, where I can think.
Grabbing a suitcase stuffed with random crap, I head for the door—and bump into Bruce’s cement-like chest.
Wow.
His eyes are like two icebergs as he looks me over. “Going somewhere?”
My hurt and anger boil over, and again, my body makes the decision for me as my tongue forms the words. “Damn right. I quit.”
Immediately, I want to take it back, but it’s too late. His eyes grow colder yet, and his nostrils flare.
“Oh?” His voice is razor sharp. “Tired of the charade?”
Charade? Me? Is it possible to be too emotional to understand words? Or is he accusing me of something—like welcoming Champ’s gross advances?
I actually see red. “What happened was your fault.”
Strangely, his expression warms a fraction. “It’s not like I was involved, personally.”
Is he trying to excuse Champ’s behavior? “Speaking to you was a mistake.”
Something ticks in his jaw. “Right back at you.”
“Fine.” I push him out of my way, feeling like I’m about to cry. “Goodbye.”