them. Think back on her mood earlier when we met at the beach. She’s kind of all over the place. Very contradictory. Maybe putting misplaced feelings on me?
What are those misplaced feelings exactly? Not exactly sure.
There’s a knock on my door and then it pops open, my assistant Lyssa appearing. “Theo, there’s someone here to see you.”
I frown, trying to come up with an appointment I might’ve missed. “Who?”
“He says he’s your cousin.” She makes a little face. “Craig?”
Fucking great.
An irritated sigh escapes me and I run a hand through my hair, glaring at the mess that is my desk. “Tell him I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Will do.” She quietly shuts the door while I mutter a few choice words under my breath.
Craig is the last person I want to deal with. The man who stole my fiancée. The man who fucked her behind my back for months while I was completely oblivious. He made me look like a chump. Like a complete dumbass. My own flesh and blood backstabbing me in the worst possible way.
Showing up at my workplace unannounced is so typical. The guy is a prick. We’re the same age—we’ve always been competitive with each other. While in high school he was the jock and I was the nerd, I’m the one who’s now got a successful job and am making lots of money while he’s a beer delivery guy.
And there’s nothing wrong with delivering beer. He makes decent money. He’s worked there since he was twenty, and the delivery positions are coveted. He seems perfectly content with his career. But I know it burns his ass I make twice as much as he does—maybe more. Guess he got me back, though, by stealing Jessica right from under my nose.
The asshole.
Grabbing my phone, I open up the camera and quickly check myself out, baring my teeth to make sure I don’t have anything in them. I’m wearing a suit, as per usual, though I shed the jacket a while ago. Also per usual. I decide to shrug the jacket back on and straighten my tie. Shove my phone into my front pocket of my pants and stand up straight, reminding myself he came to my workplace.
And I can kick his ass out if I need to.
I take a deep breath and exit my office to find Craig sitting in the waiting area near Lyssa’s desk. He’s slumped in the seat in his delivery uniform, scowling as he types furiously on his phone. I clear my throat to announce my arrival and his head jerks up, his scowl switching to a smile just like that.
“Cuz! It’s so good to see you!” He hops to his feet and comes for me, smothering me in a hug. My body stiff, I reach around him and awkwardly pat his back, feeling like a robot.
Who the hell does he think he is? Coming in here like no big deal. We haven’t talked in a year. Since before everything happened.
I pull away from him as quickly as possible, the smile on my face strained. “What’s going on?” I try to keep my voice light. Casual. Like seeing him doesn’t bother me.
But holy shit, does it bother me. Craig and I never resolved our issues. There was never any major confrontation between us. I didn’t call him out on how he—they—deceived me, and he never asked for my forgiveness.
Him showing up at my office unannounced, acting as if we’re cool with each other, is like his cheating with Jessica never happened.
“Not much. Been busy. Work’s keeping me going. And then there’s the wedding.” His eyes flicker with some unknown emotion, but otherwise he acts like it’s nothing. “How about you?”
“I’m good. Extremely busy.” Heavy emphasis on extremely. “What can I do for you, Craig?”
“We haven’t seen each other in a while and this is how you treat me?” Craig smiles, like it’s all just one big joke.
I cross my arms, watching him, a single brow raising. This is some straight-up bullshit, if you ask me.
“Okay.” Craig expels an exasperated breath. I’m tempted to punch him in his face, but I restrain myself. “I have, ah, a question for you.”
“What is it?” I glance over my shoulder to see Lyssa watching us with obvious curiosity, her gaze dropping to her computer screen when I catch her. “Let’s have this conversation in my office,” I tell Craig.
He follows me inside and I shut the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment as