“Yeah. I already said that. What’s your fucking point?”
“My point is that you weren’t here last night. I know for a fact you were at the house when Clara passed out. Word spreads pretty fast in this town. Which means you came over here after that, so let’s say around four-thirty/five o’clock.”
He glanced at his watch. “It’s now over twelve hours later, and you’re still here.”
Grinding my teeth, I did my best not to play into his hands. “Like I said, I had to fix the door.”
“Uh-huh. Which did not take you all night.”
“And then we had to clean up the mess. There was glass everywhere. Cassidy even cut herself on several pieces,” I argued.
“Which you gladly cleaned up for her.”
I opened my mouth to argue, then snapped it shut, knowing whatever I said would only make things worse.
“So, tell me, Sam. What are you doing here at this hour of the morning?”
I wanted to punch the smug look off his face. I knew I could take him. He was scrappy, that was for sure, but I was a professional. Taking him down would be easy. But then word would spread around town that we fought in Cassidy’s house. And then the questions would start pouring in.
Why were they there?
What were they fighting about?
Is there any footage?
“Like I said, she had a migraine. I was just being a friend.”
“Uh-huh,” he nodded, his eyes holding a hint of mirth that just pissed me off.
“If you have something to say, just say it.”
He shrugged as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “What would I have to say? It’s none of my business where you stick your dick.”
“That’s not?—”
“Really? You’re gonna deny it? You spent the night here, and from what I’ve seen, you’ve been sneaking into her shop to fuck her any chance you get.”
My jaw dropped at the realization that I hadn’t been quite as sneaky as I thought I was.
“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“It’s nothing. We’re just fucking.”
“Yeah, fucking is dangerous,” he muttered. “Trust me on that one. It won’t be long before fucking becomes an obsession you can’t get rid of.”
His gaze slid down the hall to where his wife was currently tending to my—to Cassidy.
“So, what’s your plan for escaping?”
“Escaping?”
“Well, it’s morning. You can’t exactly walk out of her house in broad daylight. I have a reason to be here. You, on the other hand…” Smirking, he shook his head. “You have no reason to be here.”
“Yeah, I kinda already figured that out. Any ideas?”
“Well, you could always brave the gossip, but since that doesn’t seem like the way you want to go, I’d say slip out the back window and hightail it to your gym. You can always jog by later and pick up your car.”
“Won’t someone notice?”