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my—”
    “Bootycall.”
    “McKenzie
Meadow Walsh,” I growl in warning.
    “Rebound
girl.”
    “What the
hell?”
    “Stating the
obvious.”
    “You’re
mine, damn it.” I lift her pointed little chin and land a hard
kiss on her mouth, punctuating every subsequent word with more hard
kisses. “Mine, my girlfriend, my lover, and my friend.”
    “Then cancel
your date with her.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Why?”
    “Because she
promised that if I go to with her to this party, then afterwards she
would tell our parents that we were no longer together, and then
they’d stop waiting for a marriage proposal to happen.”
    “And you
believe her?”
    “Yes.”
    “I think she’s
stringing you along, and as soon as this party is over, she’ll
come up with another excuse as to why the two of you can’t
share. Then another, until you forget why y’all broke up and
get back together with her.”
    Her assessment of my
relationship with Charlie is spot on, but it pisses me off, because
my entire focus has shifted to McKenzie. I’m not that guy
anymore. “You don’t understand. After Friday night, I’m
free.”
    She looks at me
skeptically.
    “Please, baby…
you’re my everything.”
    Tears fill her eyes
as she pushes me away. “If I were truly your everything, then I
wouldn’t have had to ask you to break your date with her. You
would have done it, before we got to this point.”
    She leaves the bed,
her curvy body with its supple muscles gracing my room as she
dresses.
    “Yeah, well if
I were your everything, then you would be more understanding of the barrel she has me over.” I
throw the nearest pillow across the room. Childish and ineffectual.
    “Bless your
heart, Weston Diaz, for having to make a hard decision.” Her
lips smash shut and she slips on her shoes.
    Damn Charlie, and
damn me to for putting McKenzie in this position. “Call you
this evening?”
    She pauses at the
door, her hand on the frame. “If you’re not too busy with
Charlie.”
    “I’m not
too busy with anyone,” I snap.
    Her eyes turn hard.
“Good to know that the old West Diaz is still in there.”
Then she walks out of my room.
    “Knew I should
have picked her up today,” I mutter to the wall. Then I settle
back down in bed, crossing my arms behind my head, and plotting my
next move. I’ll give her some time to cool off, and then do one
better than calling her.
    I’m going to
drive to her house and take her out on a date. In public, with a
loudspeaker announcing our arrival, if need be.
    If, If, If.
    If she would have
stayed, we could be sleeping right now, dozing in and out of
consciousness, and then in a few I would have woken her up with my
mouth between her gorgeous thighs.
    Aroused and antsy, I
climb out of bed. No way I’ll ever relax until all of this is
resolved. I put on a pair of grey sweats, a Georgetown t-shirt, and
my running shoes, heading outside to run. But as I put my hand on the
back door, my dad stops me.
    “We need to
talk,” he says, motioning for me to follow him.
    Heart pounding, I
trail after him.

Chapter Ten

    McKenzie
    I haven’t felt
this numb since high school, since the Monday West never showed to
pick me up, and decided that I no longer existed. My brain and my
heart are warring with each other, one telling me to go to his house
and bring the pain, while the other tells me to give him another
chance.
    Maybe I should have
let him strip in the parking lot of Tanaka’s, and left him
stranded after all.
    “What did
those plants ever do to you?” my dad asks.
    I start at the sound
of his voice, almost overturning the clay pot of baby ferns.
“Nothing.”
    He moves to stand
beside me, rubbing a frond between his fingers. “Looks good.
Who’s it for?”
    “Me.”
Like everything I grow, I’m the only one who sees it. Well,
besides my dad. “Maybe Julia, but she kills plants just by
looking at them.”
    “Your momma
had a green thumb, just like you,” he says and I glance up at
him in