She recoiled from him. “Let’s get going,” she said, annoyed. “What’s the rush? We’ve got plenty of time,” he said. He leaned even further, and tried to kiss her again. Dana pushed him away. “Kayla’s home. Let’s get going.” He retreated back to his side of the car, and looked at her, cooly. His foot slammed into the clutch, and he jerked the car into gear. “You know I met her already, right?” he asked. His voice barely hid the hint of danger. Dana glared at him. “What are you talking about?” “After you pulled your little strings and broke them up,” he said. “I was there when she broke it off with him.” “They never should have been together in the first place,” she said. “Says who?” he said. She rolled her eyes at him. He ignored it and kept driving. He didn’t know why she kept him at an arm’s distance, and it was really beginning to frustrate him. He wished that it didn’t. Dana was just supposed to be a rebound; something to take his mind off of everything that had happened in New York.
