off. As she slammed her way out of the restroom, she almost ran into some poor lady who was coming in and muttered an apology before skirting past and stalking blindly back toward their table.
Big mistake, she realized as she sat. She should’ve taken a minute to compose herself. Seth’s dark eyebrows dipped as he looked at her. “What the hell happened?”
“Nothing.” She strove for nonchalance as she collected her purse and her coat, but didn’t think she quite achieved it, so she gave up. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Jesus, you need to talk about it. Your face is the color of your sweater.” Which was fuchsia. “Looks like you’re about to combust. C’mon, babe. Whose ass do I need to kick?”
Oh, she could think of one right off. How dare Jared say that about him? About her? Had he always been that big an asshole, or had she just not paid attention in her naive youth? “It’s nothing. Can we go back to the room now?”
The shift in his demeanor was apparent without him saying a word. His dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, and there was no mistaking the tightening of his jaw. “Macy. Who was on the fucking phone.”
Shit. If she told him, she had to tell him everything. And he might very well do what he threatened. “It’s just someone I know being an idiot. It’s nothing you need to worry about, okay? Let’s just go back and not let it ruin the night. I’ll cool off, I promise.”
His gaze bore into hers a few seconds longer before he cursed and snatched his wallet from his back pocket, slinging a few bills on the table before standing and shoving it back in its place. He wouldn’t look at her.
“Hey,” she said gently, standing up beside him. “It’s not—”
He walked away from her. Actually freaking turned his back and left her standing there.
Well. Looked as if acting like an asshole was catching. She followed him, struggling into the coat he was usually all too happy to help her into. “Seth.”
At least he held the restaurant door for her, but he didn’t answer, and he didn’t meet her eyes. And if she was being deliberately ignored, damn if she was going to beg for his attention. She surged ahead of him and snatched open the passenger door of his car before he could touch it. If he’d even been inclined. The force she used to close it after she flung herself inside probably clued him in a bit to how his behavior was affecting her already shitty mood.
What the hell? Damn Jared Stanton. In the momentary silence while Seth walked around to the driver’s side, she watched the headlights on the interstate blur, then clenched her eyes shut. All that accomplished was squeezing the tears out. She wiped her cheeks as he dropped into his seat.
“Tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“Why the damn inquisition?”
“Because you’re keeping something from me, and I don’t like it.”
“So my life’s an open book when I’m with you? I have to clear every phone call with you and relay all my personal conversations for your approval?”
“Where is this shit coming from? I only asked for details on the one phone call that had you looking like you want to tear someone’s head off. If someone’s fucking with you, Macy, I want to know about it.”
“Well, I don’t want you to know about it.”
The silence that descended was terrible and absolute. Then his leather jacket creaked as he turned away from her and cranked the car, grumbling something that sounded like, “Crazy ass fucking females.” He backed out of the parking spot and peeled out so fast she was scrabbling for a handhold. But at least he didn’t drive crazy once they reached the interstate; her heart was in her throat enough as it was.
“I thought we’d turned a corner, you know,” he said as he violently shifted gears. “And I always thought you trusted me more than this.”
“It’s not that I don’t, it’s just… Shit. I’m mad at a friend. So what. Why are you making it such a big deal?”
“Why are you? It’s only a big deal because you’re shutting me out. I doubt you’re this mad at Candace. Or Sam.”
“No,” she said cautiously.
“A friend, huh.”
She clamped her mouth shut.
“Has this friend at any point stuck his dick in you?”
Her vision practically went black. “You did not just say that to me.”